Let's go crazy. Let's get nuts.
I'm dealing with holidays already.
For the last week or so, every work day, I’m chained to my desk (figuratively, of course, lest y’all call the coppers on my boss), to work on websites and emails and copy and links for the effin’ holidays for my place of work. Holidays. Ack.
Now, don’t get me wrong…I LOVE the holidays. I obsess over Thanksgiving. I jump in glittery glee at the thought of Christmas, or the invitation to our friends’ Hanukkah party. I plan the menu for a small but delicious array of snackings for New Years. Boy-child’s birthday is in early December, and Girl-child’s is in January, so I go CrazyNuts buying gifts this time of year, hitting the sales, making a homemade gift or two, taking surreptitious trips out on my weekend errands to scout out That Perfect Gift. I love it. It’s hectic and stressful and cash-draining, and I love every damn minute of it.
But at work? Oh, I so don’t want to deal with it. Insomuch as ‘dealing with it’ involves spending every minute in meetings or system investigation or making sure something doesn’t blow up, leaving me little slacker time. Or personal time. I’m forgetting to pee until almost too late. I have to set my Outlook calendar to alarm me when it’s time to leave and get the kids, otherwise I’m just heads-down trying to dog paddle above the waves of Project Deadlines. There are days lately when my only forays onto Teh Internets be for work ONLY. WTF?
And now I must leave, as my boss is Hovering, and The Guys have just arrived with reams of system specs I’m supposed to look at. Hah. HAHAHA.