Rec contr' Amor non es guirens lai on sos poclers, s'autra.

Last night was my Glebe store staff party, held at the managers house. There's only 8 of us, two of them are in their forties; another one has two young children; a fourth was on anitibiotics; five, six, and seven had been working 9 hours, and eight is in the middle of exams. So I figure "how late is this really going to go?" The managers sister (who works at Merlot, the revolving restaurant at the Marriott), catered the party. So dinner was fan-tas-tic! Very yummy, in the food from around the world vein (curried carrot soup, thai/veitnamese wrap salads, chicken or salmon wellington). Of course, there was wine before the meal, wine during the meal and wine after the meal. Actually, I'm lying. There was no wine after the meal 'cause we drank it all before then. No wine left in the house.

We did a gift exchange -- thankfully, no one did the chocolate route, mostly it was candles, but I got body wash, foaming bath, and soap. Weeee. Look at my excitement. *sigh* Oh well. I'll re-gift it.

The party just kept going. I was the first to leave, at 11:30, but in my defense, I'm working (there) today at 10 am, and I thought the customers might appreciate my being not hung-over. But that's just me.

A.

I got my first Christmas/Yule card today. Yay! It came all the way from England. Unfortunately, it gave me a paper cut as I was slitting open the envelope. Ouch.

Then I got a paper cut on my tongue as I was licking closed another envelope.

I think the world is trying to tell me something......

A. -- but yay!

So I just got my Christmas bonus from work -- a $30 gift certificate to the store that I work at.

nice.

classy.

A.

my roommate's cat knocked over my Christmas tree today, while I was at work. She was at it this morning -- trying to climb it, but I thought, after a week of it being up, that she'd be used to it.

I walked into the living room, and the tree was resting on the table. There were ornaments all over the floor.

Thankfully, only one broke, and I can glue the wings back on.

But fuck.

A. -- not a good sign for the rest of the eveing.