"Sign Your Life Away By Initialing Here, Here, and...Here, Please"
At work I do some data entry for our customer reward program. Basically, customers come into the theatre, fill out a form, and we give them a free card that gets the applicant discounts and free rewards for the movies that they watch. Pretty sweet deal, eh? I would think so. However, there are some numbskulls out there who ruin it not only for themselves, but for us CSRs that have to deal with them when they screw up.
Here's the program. Sign up. Show the card when you buy tickets. The card gets you ONE discount per card, and collects 2 points per ticket up to a maximum of 4 points per visit. Every 10 points, you get a free reward in the form of a coupon that you need to keep in order to redeem; it's either free popcorn, drinks, or movies. Sounds simple right? The ONLY hard part might be the fact that you have to physically have the card with you when you do all this. But still simple enough, right? Yeah, apparently it's not. If it IS simple, then at MY work, we somehow end up with all the dumbasses that can't (or in some cases neglect) to read the pamphlets or who don’t even try to find out more about the program. As a CSR, I end up having to deal with all the shit that these people can’t seem to understand themselves. What makes it worse is that it’s the same shit EVERYtime. Basically I have to deal with regular BMs everyday, and since I’m not a geriatrics nurse, I DON’T enjoy as much as some may think according to my perfected perpetual smile I ardorn for these occasions at work. A few of my favourite customer comments:
”How do I sign up for this card?”
Right over there at that table with the BRIGHT ORANGE BANNERS saying “Sign up for your free card here.”
”And how much does it cost to get this card?”
It’s free. I just said it a second ago. It says so on the sign. In BOLD font.
”I’ve filled out this form—what’s it for?”
So you went over the table with the bright orange banners, didn’t notice the sign, filled out a form without reading it, signed it, and now you’re just handing it to me without a clue what it’s for? Hold on, you’ve signed the wrong form, let me get the correct one for you…*deftly searches customer’s pockets for a blank cheque*
”I forgot to bring my card with me tonight, can you still give me my discount and points?”
I’m sorry, allow me to pull out a duplicate of your exact card with its exact account number out of my ass, and do that for you. No problem, dumbass.
"This program sucks--why doesn't this card get you anything good?"
I'm sorry. Next time I'll scrap the discount when creating a deal for my customers. Oh, and I'm sorry that the FREE rewards don't meet the expectations you had after READING THEM FROM THE PAMPHLET!!! Must be my fault entirely.
"I didn't read the pamphlet outlining this program and then I failed to listen to you explain it to me when you gave me my card so I threw out all my free rewards and keep missing my discounts. I think you should give me everything for free this time."
...*perpetual smile growing maniacal*...
And the list goes on. Basically, the only good part about this program is the fact that I get to enter in these numbskulls' forms into the computer. I get to know that Mina Soandso, born in 1934, has the email address of thug_killaz34@hotmail.com. Or I get to opt to have some customers to mysteriously check all of the boxes inviting spam and junk mail to their homes. Muahahahahaha! I mean, strange...
Friday, January 30, 2004
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
The Pen Is Mightier
(à la Sean Connery, SNL Celebrity Jeopardy)
A war has begun. The parties have been challenged, sides have been taken, and the gloves have come off. Before it is over, battles will be fought, won, and lost. Words will be exchanged, crossed-out (or erased if in pencil), and manipulated in ways never thought possible. People will be put down, typos will be scrutinized, and mothers will be insulted. Although the end is a long way off, you can be assured that there will emerge one victor--gloriously undisputed, heralded for her wit--one loser--despised, despicable, an insult to weblogs everywhere--and one hell of a lot of banana cake.
Pablo has declared that he has logbeef with me (see his January 21st entry). Logbeef (for those of you who still refuse to lower yourself to reading blogs such as Pablo's Xanga site and therefore are unfamiliar with what this term entails) is what he defines as:
"Hoodbeef" and this particular use of the term "clapping" are also more clearly defined in the above mentioned entry of Pablo's. Oh, and I took the liberty of censuring Pablo's obscene use of language--if he really wanted people to be reading his blog, he shouldn't be using such profanity when referring to his readers.
It seems that Pablo took some offense to my entry in which I simply pointed out some amusing errors he made in typing his most current post at the time. In my defense, I am going to point out that I ADMITTED in that very entry that the errors he made were indeed typos--as in errors that any writer could have easily made and then overlooked. I also would like to point out that I made the effort to not smack-talk about his desperation to attract readers to his otherwise un-perused blog--I REFRAINED from stooping that low. Continuing, it would appear that Pablo neglected to notice my initial ENTHUSIASM regarding the fact that he had finally updated his page--the fact that I included an exclamation mark indicates that I had been anxiously awaiting more of his published wit to read.
The only reason that I decided to write such a teasing entry regarding Pablo's blog was that I knew that he was a clever writer himself and would be able to handle such jockeying. I figured him for a professional, witty author who would appreciate the fact that a fellow writer had taken notice of his blog, read it thoroughly, and had deemed it worthy of comment that, although it could have been considered derogatory, it also drew MORE attention to his blog and advertised its existence to the many other readers of my own page. I had decided that readers of my blog would also enjoy the sharp, sarcastic wit of Pablo's writing style that I believe only genius writers like myself have access to. I thought that my sarcastic, yet constructive criticism would be welcome in that it could advance his writing or give him more ideas to expand on. HOWEVER, it seems that all these points were overlooked by my professed nemesis, and so, the war is on. Logbeef is now being officially declared with the blogger known asdonkey-ass lover Pablo.
As my first official assault on my enemy, I would like to offer the following attack:
Your mom.
And as a further, yet slight incursion, I would like to state that after my initial "typo" comments, Pablo's entries have been more or less typo-free.
I've gotten under your skin already, Pablo. Admit it. And I'm bettering you because of it. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
It has begun. By the end, we will indeed discover whose Pen Is mightier. Logbeef is ON...
p.s. Your mom. (hehehe)
p.p.s. Your mom again. (muahahahaha!)
p.p.p.s. Your mom! (I can't believe you read it AGAIN, Pablo! Sucker...)
(à la Sean Connery, SNL Celebrity Jeopardy)
A war has begun. The parties have been challenged, sides have been taken, and the gloves have come off. Before it is over, battles will be fought, won, and lost. Words will be exchanged, crossed-out (or erased if in pencil), and manipulated in ways never thought possible. People will be put down, typos will be scrutinized, and mothers will be insulted. Although the end is a long way off, you can be assured that there will emerge one victor--gloriously undisputed, heralded for her wit--one loser--despised, despicable, an insult to weblogs everywhere--and one hell of a lot of banana cake.
Pablo has declared that he has logbeef with me (see his January 21st entry). Logbeef (for those of you who still refuse to lower yourself to reading blogs such as Pablo's Xanga site and therefore are unfamiliar with what this term entails) is what he defines as:
...when there's beef between two (or more) people and instead of clapping each other (as per hoodbeef), they attack each other on their respective logs (entries, diaries, chronicles or whatever you f****ts want to call it). They make derogatory remarks on how it doesn't make sense, or how slow and stupid the entry is, or pointing out (very common) spelling and/or grammatical errors.
"Hoodbeef" and this particular use of the term "clapping" are also more clearly defined in the above mentioned entry of Pablo's. Oh, and I took the liberty of censuring Pablo's obscene use of language--if he really wanted people to be reading his blog, he shouldn't be using such profanity when referring to his readers.
It seems that Pablo took some offense to my entry in which I simply pointed out some amusing errors he made in typing his most current post at the time. In my defense, I am going to point out that I ADMITTED in that very entry that the errors he made were indeed typos--as in errors that any writer could have easily made and then overlooked. I also would like to point out that I made the effort to not smack-talk about his desperation to attract readers to his otherwise un-perused blog--I REFRAINED from stooping that low. Continuing, it would appear that Pablo neglected to notice my initial ENTHUSIASM regarding the fact that he had finally updated his page--the fact that I included an exclamation mark indicates that I had been anxiously awaiting more of his published wit to read.
The only reason that I decided to write such a teasing entry regarding Pablo's blog was that I knew that he was a clever writer himself and would be able to handle such jockeying. I figured him for a professional, witty author who would appreciate the fact that a fellow writer had taken notice of his blog, read it thoroughly, and had deemed it worthy of comment that, although it could have been considered derogatory, it also drew MORE attention to his blog and advertised its existence to the many other readers of my own page. I had decided that readers of my blog would also enjoy the sharp, sarcastic wit of Pablo's writing style that I believe only genius writers like myself have access to. I thought that my sarcastic, yet constructive criticism would be welcome in that it could advance his writing or give him more ideas to expand on. HOWEVER, it seems that all these points were overlooked by my professed nemesis, and so, the war is on. Logbeef is now being officially declared with the blogger known as
As my first official assault on my enemy, I would like to offer the following attack:
Your mom.
And as a further, yet slight incursion, I would like to state that after my initial "typo" comments, Pablo's entries have been more or less typo-free.
I've gotten under your skin already, Pablo. Admit it. And I'm bettering you because of it. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
It has begun. By the end, we will indeed discover whose Pen Is mightier. Logbeef is ON...
p.s. Your mom. (hehehe)
p.p.s. Your mom again. (muahahahaha!)
p.p.p.s. Your mom! (I can't believe you read it AGAIN, Pablo! Sucker...)
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Song of the Moment: "When You Really Love Someone" - Alicia Keys
I'm a woman; Lord knows it's hard
Need a real man to give me what I need
Sweet attention, love, and tenderness
When it's real it's unconditional, I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz a man just ain't a man if he ain't man enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last cuz he's thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz you're a real man; and Lord knows it's hard
Sometimes you just need a woman's touch
Sweet affection, love, and support
When it's real it's unconditional, I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best even when you're at your worst
Giving comfort when she's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
Sometimes you wanna argue, sometimes you wanna fight
Sometimes it's gonna feel like it'll never be right
But something so strong keeps you holding on
It don't make sense, but it makes a good song
Cuz a man just ain't a man if he ain't man enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last cuz he's thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all that a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best even when you're at your worst
Giving comfort when she's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
I'm a woman; Lord knows it's hard
Need a real man to give me what I need
Sweet attention, love, and tenderness
When it's real it's unconditional, I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz a man just ain't a man if he ain't man enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last cuz he's thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz you're a real man; and Lord knows it's hard
Sometimes you just need a woman's touch
Sweet affection, love, and support
When it's real it's unconditional, I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best even when you're at your worst
Giving comfort when she's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
Sometimes you wanna argue, sometimes you wanna fight
Sometimes it's gonna feel like it'll never be right
But something so strong keeps you holding on
It don't make sense, but it makes a good song
Cuz a man just ain't a man if he ain't man enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last cuz he's thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all that a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best even when you're at your worst
Giving comfort when she's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
Enter Appropriate Title Here...
(That title's actually the title you can find at the top of all my essays-in-progress...until I think of the appropriate title, of course)
omg. Sound the trumpets--Pablo's FINALLY updated his Xanga page! He even made the painstaking effort of changing his MSN name to advertise this event: "gogogogogogogogogogogo"--to his page, was basically the urgent gist of it. And although here is where I would normally proceed to smack-talk about Pablo's desperation for people to read his page that would normally not even give him a second glance over a mound of donkey-ass (yes, Pab, that IS "ass-ass"), I shall refrain this one, monumental time--his advertisement DID have it's effect on me as I DID go and read it. I WILL, however, go on to make fun of some of the typos from his page... *evil grin*
furry - apparently this is a noun. The name of the vehicle that cab-drivers drive in Montreal.
Excerpt: "He took it and sped off in a furry, probably to try to look for other drunkards to scam."
starring - v. Similar to a "Care Bear Stare"; when one lays a twinkling, yet omnious gaze on another, marking them for destruction.
Excerpt: "...most of the boyz woke up and were all starring at the two shit tarts."
I only wish I could claim "boyz" as a typo as well, but Pablo insists on this spelling throughout the whole of his blog... My lack of the use of ebonics is usually what gives me away when I try to chat on MSN using Hun-Gee's log-in. Where Hun-Gee would type: "Yo fokker, what u sayin?", I would type: "Hello dear sir, how are you doing this fine day?" Odd how Pablo can ALWAYS tell it's me and not him...
Back to the topic of Pablo's update, I regret that I myself have not been more diligent with MY blogging. Although I've posted far more frequently and far more recently than Pab, I still haven't been paying as much attention to my blog as I should be. I've already heard the voices of concern from my faithful followers (okay, faithful followER, Señorita) and I WILL do my best to catch up. I've already tried more than once at finishing my TOP SECRET blog, but to no avail. It's probably my own fault simply because I find trashing other people's typing abilities so much more amusing... :p
(That title's actually the title you can find at the top of all my essays-in-progress...until I think of the appropriate title, of course)
omg. Sound the trumpets--Pablo's FINALLY updated his Xanga page! He even made the painstaking effort of changing his MSN name to advertise this event: "gogogogogogogogogogogo"--to his page, was basically the urgent gist of it. And although here is where I would normally proceed to smack-talk about Pablo's desperation for people to read his page that would normally not even give him a second glance over a mound of donkey-ass (yes, Pab, that IS "ass-ass"), I shall refrain this one, monumental time--his advertisement DID have it's effect on me as I DID go and read it. I WILL, however, go on to make fun of some of the typos from his page... *evil grin*
furry - apparently this is a noun. The name of the vehicle that cab-drivers drive in Montreal.
Excerpt: "He took it and sped off in a furry, probably to try to look for other drunkards to scam."
starring - v. Similar to a "Care Bear Stare"; when one lays a twinkling, yet omnious gaze on another, marking them for destruction.
Excerpt: "...most of the boyz woke up and were all starring at the two shit tarts."
I only wish I could claim "boyz" as a typo as well, but Pablo insists on this spelling throughout the whole of his blog... My lack of the use of ebonics is usually what gives me away when I try to chat on MSN using Hun-Gee's log-in. Where Hun-Gee would type: "Yo fokker, what u sayin?", I would type: "Hello dear sir, how are you doing this fine day?" Odd how Pablo can ALWAYS tell it's me and not him...
Back to the topic of Pablo's update, I regret that I myself have not been more diligent with MY blogging. Although I've posted far more frequently and far more recently than Pab, I still haven't been paying as much attention to my blog as I should be. I've already heard the voices of concern from my faithful followers (okay, faithful followER, Señorita) and I WILL do my best to catch up. I've already tried more than once at finishing my TOP SECRET blog, but to no avail. It's probably my own fault simply because I find trashing other people's typing abilities so much more amusing... :p
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Friday, January 09, 2004
TOP SECRET BLOG DAY Part 2
Okay, this was supposed to be a really fun and exciting blog about myday morning 2 hours at my mom's work. It was a lot of fun, it really was...after I got away from mom's office, that is. Mom works for an animation company--they're animating a big-time movie of the Finding Nemo sorts, but of course you didn't hear that from me. ;)
Ms. Snuffalupagus came in and stole me from mom's desk after about an hour of me just sitting there, watching her read her email. Ms. S took me around for a tour, after quickly stopping by her work team to tell them she was "going to the bathroom." I want a job like that--1/2 hour bathroom breaks at spontaneous moments of the morning. So she took me upstairs and showed me the animating floor, the gaffers, the renderers, the texturizers, the...you know all the names that you usually ignore at the end of the movie credits? Well, I MET those people! It was so cool.
Everyone seemed to have 2 or more monitors at their workstation (not to mention the novelty-sized GIMONGOUS bottles of alcohol) and tons of toys and models and stuff littering the rest of the area. Funny enough, as hard as they were working, everyone we stopped by to say 'hi' to somehow managed to find time to chat and tell me about what they did there. It was so cool. Everyone also stopped Ms. S after our initial introduction to ask me if I was 'new here' and I think I disappointed more than half of them when I told them I wasn't. Poor guys... :)
Anyway, just as I was finished my tour, I was walking down the stairs when I passed some asian dude staring intently at me. At first I was just going to punk him off, look the other way, and keep walking, when something struck me about him. It wasn't the fact that he was strikingly good looking, or the fact that he was well dressed, or the fact that he walked with an air of confidence about him...there was something else...when he called my name it finally hit me...
"Q!!!"
Yay! It was Q!!! Where before he'd shave his head and kept a goatee, now he shaved his goatee and grew some hair. Good looking, let me tell you, ladies! I was so glad to have run into him that day. Mom had emailed him to come over to her office for a visit, but he hadn't responded in the time that I was there and so we thought maybe he wasn't coming in to work that day, but he did and I SAW him!!! Unfortunately, it was just as I was about to leave, so though I stood there for a bit and chatted with him, it was all too short. I promised to go visit (and I still will, Q) as soon as the school schedule let up a bit. I can't wait.
After that, I headed off to my own work. A day cut WAY too short. But at least now I can tell people what my mom does at work--a whole lotta NOTHING!!! They're all social butterflies there, I tell you...that's why I'm trying to get a job there!!!
Okay, this was supposed to be a really fun and exciting blog about my
Ms. Snuffalupagus came in and stole me from mom's desk after about an hour of me just sitting there, watching her read her email. Ms. S took me around for a tour, after quickly stopping by her work team to tell them she was "going to the bathroom." I want a job like that--1/2 hour bathroom breaks at spontaneous moments of the morning. So she took me upstairs and showed me the animating floor, the gaffers, the renderers, the texturizers, the...you know all the names that you usually ignore at the end of the movie credits? Well, I MET those people! It was so cool.
Everyone seemed to have 2 or more monitors at their workstation (not to mention the novelty-sized GIMONGOUS bottles of alcohol) and tons of toys and models and stuff littering the rest of the area. Funny enough, as hard as they were working, everyone we stopped by to say 'hi' to somehow managed to find time to chat and tell me about what they did there. It was so cool. Everyone also stopped Ms. S after our initial introduction to ask me if I was 'new here' and I think I disappointed more than half of them when I told them I wasn't. Poor guys... :)
Anyway, just as I was finished my tour, I was walking down the stairs when I passed some asian dude staring intently at me. At first I was just going to punk him off, look the other way, and keep walking, when something struck me about him. It wasn't the fact that he was strikingly good looking, or the fact that he was well dressed, or the fact that he walked with an air of confidence about him...there was something else...when he called my name it finally hit me...
"Q!!!"
Yay! It was Q!!! Where before he'd shave his head and kept a goatee, now he shaved his goatee and grew some hair. Good looking, let me tell you, ladies! I was so glad to have run into him that day. Mom had emailed him to come over to her office for a visit, but he hadn't responded in the time that I was there and so we thought maybe he wasn't coming in to work that day, but he did and I SAW him!!! Unfortunately, it was just as I was about to leave, so though I stood there for a bit and chatted with him, it was all too short. I promised to go visit (and I still will, Q) as soon as the school schedule let up a bit. I can't wait.
After that, I headed off to my own work. A day cut WAY too short. But at least now I can tell people what my mom does at work--a whole lotta NOTHING!!! They're all social butterflies there, I tell you...that's why I'm trying to get a job there!!!
Monday, January 05, 2004
A Few Of My First Firsts This Year
- First Official Enthusiastic Countdown Was From: Hun-Gee (despite his absence)
- First Kiss Given To: Hun-Gee
- First Kiss Received From: Five Alive
- First New Year Wish in Person From: Squiggly
- First New Year Wish Over the Phone From: Bangkok and his girlfriend
- First New Year Wish Via Text Message From: Bar
- First Drink was With: Boo, Boo's Boo, and Squig
- First Drink Was: Budweiser
Sunday, January 04, 2004
Thursday, January 01, 2004
And A New One It Is!
Happy New Year everyone! What did YOU do to ring it in? I don't know about you, but I was at work. I was at work with Dawson trying to figure out where $215 went during the course of the night. I was also very hungry and tired, but antsy to leave. I felt a little guilty about tearing out of there shortly after we'd closed the reports and all, but I was late as it was, I had a friend waiting, my shift was officially over, and there wasn't really anything left to do. And if Dawson really needed me to stay, friendship aside, he could've said so. It would've been only the second time this week that I'd have had to keep someone waiting in order for Dawson and I to get things in order. *sigh* The end of February is still too far away...
After tearing out of there, Squig and I left to meet Boo and her boo, and from there, we headed to Boo's boo's boos's to booze and schmooze a bit. It was just the right amount of personal/impersonalness that I needed to start the year. Not exactly an out and out house party, but not exactly staying at home (or work) to quietly countdown--though I had really missed the countdown altogether.
Missing the countdown sucks, let me tell you. At work, I didn't even have an accurate second-hand to countdown by! The best I had was Squig's cellphone clock which was digital and didn't provide us with any seconds by which to correctly announce the coming of the New Year. *sigh* Dawson didn't even seem to care. I mean, I know it's important for our numbers and amounts to match up at the end of the night, but had he shown just a LITTLE more interest in the fact that I was trying to be enthusiastic about the occasion that I'd sacrificed by being at work, I would've been slightly more willing to stay the extra time to help balance all the reports. (Can anyone tell that I wasn't thrilled about how my Midnight moments were spent?)
Missing your Midnight kiss also sucks too. I air-pecked Squig at what we assumed to be Midnight, but that was nothing. Hun-Gee being in Montreal and all left me with little choice here at home. :( But he's promised to kiss me as soon as he gets back...as soon as he gets back and counts down from 10, that is. Just to make it seem a little more authentic.
I feel like I've missed the holiday season altogether this year. As Boo pointed out, there weren't as many warm fuzzy feelings at the thought of Christmas this year. There was no snow. There weren't enough decorations. There wasn't enough time to shop. There wasn't the usual excitement and anticipation of gift exchanges. There weren't any huge party plans for the New Year. There wasn't an official countdown. There wasn't a Midnight kiss. There was no crazy party amidst a crowd of loud people. Where did this holiday season go? Come back Holiday Season, I missed you!
Happy New Year everyone! What did YOU do to ring it in? I don't know about you, but I was at work. I was at work with Dawson trying to figure out where $215 went during the course of the night. I was also very hungry and tired, but antsy to leave. I felt a little guilty about tearing out of there shortly after we'd closed the reports and all, but I was late as it was, I had a friend waiting, my shift was officially over, and there wasn't really anything left to do. And if Dawson really needed me to stay, friendship aside, he could've said so. It would've been only the second time this week that I'd have had to keep someone waiting in order for Dawson and I to get things in order. *sigh* The end of February is still too far away...
After tearing out of there, Squig and I left to meet Boo and her boo, and from there, we headed to Boo's boo's boos's to booze and schmooze a bit. It was just the right amount of personal/impersonalness that I needed to start the year. Not exactly an out and out house party, but not exactly staying at home (or work) to quietly countdown--though I had really missed the countdown altogether.
Missing the countdown sucks, let me tell you. At work, I didn't even have an accurate second-hand to countdown by! The best I had was Squig's cellphone clock which was digital and didn't provide us with any seconds by which to correctly announce the coming of the New Year. *sigh* Dawson didn't even seem to care. I mean, I know it's important for our numbers and amounts to match up at the end of the night, but had he shown just a LITTLE more interest in the fact that I was trying to be enthusiastic about the occasion that I'd sacrificed by being at work, I would've been slightly more willing to stay the extra time to help balance all the reports. (Can anyone tell that I wasn't thrilled about how my Midnight moments were spent?)
Missing your Midnight kiss also sucks too. I air-pecked Squig at what we assumed to be Midnight, but that was nothing. Hun-Gee being in Montreal and all left me with little choice here at home. :( But he's promised to kiss me as soon as he gets back...as soon as he gets back and counts down from 10, that is. Just to make it seem a little more authentic.
I feel like I've missed the holiday season altogether this year. As Boo pointed out, there weren't as many warm fuzzy feelings at the thought of Christmas this year. There was no snow. There weren't enough decorations. There wasn't enough time to shop. There wasn't the usual excitement and anticipation of gift exchanges. There weren't any huge party plans for the New Year. There wasn't an official countdown. There wasn't a Midnight kiss. There was no crazy party amidst a crowd of loud people. Where did this holiday season go? Come back Holiday Season, I missed you!
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