December 23, 2003

December 23, 2003 - 1:45 p.m.

Holy crap! It's almost Christmas! That explains why I spent the lunch hour knitting a hat, constructing a Japanese-style handmade book, and printing 3,000 gift certificates. Did I mention that there are still all those damned cards to sign? Including the ones from both of us? Ack! Crap! Buckle down!

Hey, that reminds me of something: "Knuckle down/love her skin/it doesn't matter what color skin she's locked in/knuckle down..."

Andy Partridge, get out of my head! Why am I being tormented by XTC from 1983? Narf! Splat! Break up the work tedium!

So I work with this woman we'll call K. She is never, ever prepared for anything. She comes to work late. She leaves early. She panics. And what really cheeses me off is that she works part time. Today she came in at 12, worked until 1:00, and asked for time off to Christmas shop. What, are you kidding me? WTF? What did you do all morning while I was here working? But she was given permission, so here I sit doing my job, her job, and that of my boss (who's out on medical leave). Thus the blogging. What's that, you have an emergency? Bite me, oh wondrous University. I'm writing important shit here.

Yeah, yeah, my blogging bites the big toe lately. Mostly it's because in order to spend the necessary 2 hours constructing entries that are 1) funny and 2) interesting, I'd have to give up sleep or sex. Not gonna happen, people. I'll give up sleep for sex, and occasionally vice versa, but to write? Forget it.

On the other hand, I've been taking lots of stupid-ass photographs to post. Come on, show some faux enthusiasm!

Or not. Whatever.

At any rate, enjoy your holly days with a big virtual SMOOCH from me.

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