Quick-n-Dirty Update + Quote!

I'm not going to regale you with epic tales of being sick for a couple weeks. You're welcome.

Aside from that, life has settled into that kind of comfortable yet frantic pace that the holiday season seems to bring - and while most people I come across are pleasant and jovial, I definitely understand the "Seasonal Blues" phenomenom. Especially with the weather being consistantly overcast and drizzly. And the fog. The fog has been incredible.

My company Christmas party is tomorrow night - we'll be heading to Jack Allen's Kitchen and will be there opening night - it's kind of exciting, and I feel vaguely like a celebrity.

And here's the quote of the day (I don't know the context, but I heard it all the way across the office):
S: Look in my eye. There's glass in my eye. LOOK AT IT!

Christmas? Already?

The onslaught of Christmas music has begun! Well, it actually started promptly after Thanksgiving... and in some cases, I heard Christmas songs as early as October! Yuck. Now, I'm specifically talking about secular Christmas music - I actually don't mind the religious, sung-in-Latin ones. That's probably because my mom really likes this type of music (think Handel's "Messiah" or just about anything by Libera), and I grew up listening to it pretty much year-round ^.^

It's also the time for Christmas decorating. Case-in-point, I set up the office Christmas tree. I had forgotten that all the ornaments were doused in glitter (I didn't choose them - don't blame me!), so by the end of the decorating, I was pretty much covered with sparkly red bits. *sigh* I'm not girly enough for glitter! Rar! Also, we don't have a tree-topper like a star or angel... so I put my ugly plastic pineapple at the tope and am waiting for people to notice. Out of the 40+ people who work here... three have seen it ^.^

You know those tree skirts? They're usually circle-shaped with a slit on one side so you can wrap it smoothly around the base. Well, our particular tree skirt didn't have a slit, so I was sitting on the floor hacking at it with scissors, and one of my coworkers passed by and said, "Now you see, this is why we can't have nice things."