Dec 22, 2008
Ho ho ho.
In which white Christmases are neato, but my feet are cold.
This being-snowed-in crap is starting to get a little old.
They sent us home from work early on Thursday. Friday, I worked from the front room and never even got properly dressed. Saturday night I actually left the house for the first time in 48 hours – went out with Teh BF and my bro for a few hours – but Sunday I was home all day. (G’ma threw a little party Sunday evening though; it was really fun.) Now it’s Monday and I’m working from the front room again, and the phones are dead. I think I’ve taken four calls in 45 minutes.
At least I’m getting some knitting done.
Oh man, I am so jealous. You just described my perfect lifestyle. Slumming at the homefront, and getting paid. How can that “get old.” I dream of such a life.
Hmm. Well. Maybe if my home office were half as comfortable as the actual office I’d not be bitchin’… I’m cold, this chair is NOT made for 8-hour stretches of sitting, this monitor is small… I guess I’m really just having a gear issue. Need moar better gear for home office! -m
put a movie in, make some popcorn (eat it with chop sticks to keep your knitting fingers from getting buttery) and watch the movie while you wait for people to have computer issues.
Popcorn with chopsticks. I like it. It’s nuts. *smooch* -m
…hmm. Tough to sympathize. I’d *much* rather be home, but I lack your gear issues: iMac 24, studio quality monitors, long-term chair, and underoos!
Happy belated solstice. Super Saturnalia! Down with Xmas–Jesus Was A Playa! Even faked his death to become famous–just, back then, they’d believe that whole “come back from the dead” shit. Nowadays, he’s Criss Angel.