Christmas Is Coming

Duh. I work retail too. I've been hearing Christmas music since mid-October.

The good news is I'm starting to feel it. Thanksgiving is over. We assistants at work put up the tree in our department yesterday. I bought DH a present. That in itself was a major deal because it isn't even December yet. Well, Ok. December is tomorrow, but still.

I'm grabbing my compilation CD and putting it in the car. If I feel really brave, I might bring it into the office even.

The weather is getting cold. We've had to defrost the windows in the mornings. I just read a story in the newspaper from my hometown that someone hit a snowman with his truck and the head flew off, smashing another car's window. Ok, there's two things there. They've had some snow, and there is a certain mentality to the locals there. Still, kinda funny.

Yes, Christmas is coming. I'm not freaking. At least, not yet. I just may be in the enjoyment phase of it all right now, even working retail.

Happy Holidays, everyone. And no, that is not a cop-out. Whatever your flavor, whatever you celebrate, I hope it is a great one for all the right reasons. I happen to believe that the birth of a child in a manger made anything possible, and I wish for peace and goodwill for all humankind.

Next time: Adventure At The Mall. Or, What The @#$% Were You Thinking?

RE: July 5th post

Dammit, Margaret. I expressedly forbade anyone else to die this year. That included you too.

I didn't have the heart to post that our family friend Nate passed away a few months ago. I knew you were going through your own rough spot. How could I possibly have the heart to say that someone else had lost the fight, the same fight you are fighting?

Nate's situation struck a nerve in me. I don't know why it hit me so hard. It just did. And even though you had your own troubles to deal with, you took a moment to hold my hand and pat my back. And I can only hope that my goofy comments made you smile from time to time.

But now there is no more pain, no more worries. I sincerely hope you are at peace now. Because if anyone deserves it, it's you.

All my CB love,
Brenda

Ouch

Note to self: Having a YC jar candle lid fall on your head hurts. A lot.

Please refrain from doing it again in the future.

The Last Train to Funkytown

I know. I just combined two song titles. So sue me.

First, this blog is suddenly taking matters into its own hands. It keeps changing the comments section and asking for moderation of comments. Grrr. I change it back, and it gets all fissy. So not going to deal with it right now.

I accidentally left the gate open and Trent got out last night. I was traumatized. It was 9:00 PM, pitch dark and we live near two busy streets. DH was at him mom's house 40 minutes away so I was by myself. Nothing like trying to find a little black dog in the dark. After about fifteen minutes of searching with DH's mag light and strange looks from the neighbors, I spotted him trotting back into our front yard. Coming from the direction of one of the busy streets. He actually came when I called him. I checked him out and he seems to be ok. I got him back inside and promptly locked all the doors (and the gate) so he couldn't give me a second coronary for the night. Then I had to call DH to let him know Trent was OK, as he was having flashbacks to when his last dog got hit by a car. Stupid dog. He's grounded.

Then after all the night's adventures, DH decided to live on the wildside and eat a sandwich with mayo without first checking the expiration date. Yep, it was a few months past Funkytown, so he was up half the night with food poisoning.

You see, this is why I avoid mayo at all costs. I am convinced it's sole purpose is to make people sick. Mayo, get thee away from me. Yeech.

And finally some good news: the co-worker of mine that was on medical leave is coming back. Relief is in sight. I'd do a happy dance except I'm afraid I'd knock over one of the piles of paper surrounding my desk.

I'm here. I'm alive. Trent's OK. DH will be OK.

Second verse, same as the first

Argh. Still insanely busy, plus I decided to succomb to a nasty little stomach bug over the weekend. I'm better now. I've progressed to crackers with my soup.

I'm still around. I'm still peeking in at the B&G blog.

However, I'd give my right arm for someone to help with filing right now. My left arm is currently occupied with an IV for chocolate syrup.

Hope to have more soon.

Welcome to Acksville

Yep, still buried at work.

Still horribly understaffed.

Still underpaid.

Still hoping there will be a bonus at the end of this mess.

Ack.

That's for all you Bill The Cat fans out there.

It also sums up my day/week/month so far.

Not only am I trying to do the work of three people, but I've been told to train the new person too.

Riiiiight.

People in my department give me a worried look whenever I leave the building for lunch. Like they are afraid I won't come back.

Not that that idea doesn't have merit, but ...

I really do try to leave a place a little better than when I arrived. Silly me.

Argh.