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Happy New Year and Merry Christmas and all that jazz.

 

I’m back at my second day of work after being off since Christmas Day. I must confess that the 10 or so day break was one of my best holidays yet.

 

I didn’t do anything special, I didn’t go anywhere special, in fact that was why it was so bloody good. I made no plans. I slept in. I baked. I shopped. I read. I played Animal Crossing on DS obsessively. I borrowed and watched DVD’s from DJ (loved the Darjeeling Limited, Bee Movie and Dexter Season 2.) I lolled around the house a lot and most of my daily goals involved changing out of my mooching clothes before it got dark (I failed this goal on quite a few days.)

 

I need to either win the lottery or marry a wealthy man because coming back to work made me sad inside and must be avoided at all costs.

 

I had a pretty good Christmas and New Years. Christmas was spent at my sister’s house where we gorged on seafood and salads and roast chicken and sangria. I spoke to my Dad while he was there as well so there’s your Christmas miracle kids.

 

New Years we spent at K’s house, she has a pool and many balcony’s and that plus alcohol, food and company is all that is needed. There was fighting, and people being kicked out and people vomiting. So it was a pretty standard night.

 

I was so hungover on New Year’s Day that I wanted my head to fall off, just to lessen the pain. You know when you’re 18 and you drink a lot of cheap house white wine, or Bacardi Breezer’s, and you wake up the next day with a splitting headache and wanting to throw up and die at the same time?

 

Yeah, I had that hangover.

 

I did get a snog on New Years but it was only from a drunken Beth’s brother when he moved his head at the last minute. And tried to go for church tongue.

 

And now I get to do work. And while I get paid, I was also getting paid to stay at home for nearly 2 weeks too. There has got to be a work around or loophole here but I ain’t seeing it.

 

(No George. It’s been a month as of yesterday and while I’m still hopeful I’m resigned to the fact he’s not coming home. It sucks.)

 

(Also, holy crap – this is my 400th post. That is A LOT of crap written when you think about it. Thanks for being here guys, you really are awesome and I want to frame every single one of you and keep you on my wall.)

 

(In a non-creepy way, of course.)

I think I burst something in my head today. You know at work when you get so mad that you need to fight the urge to get up and either resign or shout?

 

And then something kinda twitches or gives way in your head, and for a split second you think you’ve had a stroke?

 

Oh, that’s just me then?

 

Needless to say, I love my job. I enjoy the work I do and I love that I know enough stuff about a particular branch of IT to be called a specialist on it and get paid an awesome wage.

 

And other times I hate it. Like the past couple of weeks.

 

If I have one more time where I find out about other projects or work that is being done on systems and applications that fall underneath the umbrella of voice (which is my job) and I’m not involved with it I may just have that stroke/aneurysm.

 

Because of this past week or so at work for me, and for the past week for Beth and friends, we’re going out this weekend. We will dress up in frocks, we will drink a lot and try and shake it all off.

 

I also plan to make out with a gorgeous bearded man.

 

Unless there’s a gorgeous bearded man reading who wants to make the making out a regular thing? Then they can just e-mail me.