Why am I at work?
Final Final Christmas card count: 18. I had 3 come in on Monday and then my sister reminded me for the four hundred and tenth time that she also gave me a card that I hadn't been counting. Yes, and it was hand delivered. Why you ask? Because she lives locally. That and the envelope with which she inteded to put it in was in a chewed up ball, thanks to her dogs, which made it difficult to mail. Thank you Kaycee, Chris and dumb little dogs.This week has been the most pointless week of work that ever existed! I pretty much come in at 8:45, do 30 minutes of paperwork, and then sit there starring at the monitor. I blog, I surf the internet, talk on the phone, create things to keep me busy but really it's like ...why am I here? I'm mostly here because I don't want to take the paid time off and I don't have to work full days anyway. But still....
So I'm leaving here shortly to find a Flapper costume. I'm going to a 1920s costume party on New Years Eve. I've never been a Flapper before, well not in the costume sense anyway, so this will be fun. I'm slightly concerned about freezing my butt off in the winter weather but "Beauty is Pain" as my mother has always said.
Ok ...no more boring blogging.
1 Comments:
I don't understand how my born again, born again basket, didn't make it in your list of favs! So sad! But love the book you gave me/Liz. Its good so far.
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