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Did you guys have a nice Thanksgiving? Mine was just lovely. It was just six of us, which was so wonderful... Mom, Dad, bro Steve, cousin Mark (the matchmaker) Ron and I. My parents were so cool...we were all sitting on the couch and they came out with six glasses of champagne and a card to toast our engagement. AWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! My dad made a little speech and then my cousin Mark. It was so sweet I was still curlin' mah toes an hour afterwards! I also had my first cigar outside with the men. Well, my cousin and my dad. My brother and Ron were like, "EWWww!" Cigars are good when you're drunk. Or drinking... I finished it yesterday and it tasted like SHIT! I shoulda hadda beer first...
We went to Ron's moms for her birthday and a psuedo-Thanksgiving/leftover celebration on Saturday. That was really fun, too. His mom is so nice! She pulled out the 'ol photo albums and I got to see a whole lotta darlin' little boy Ronnie pictures! I kept saying, "Aww, lookit duh lil' pooooooooooopiessss!", like a dork. I also got a great picture of Ron from when he was in Hawii, visiting a friend. The friend happened to have a cockatoo and since I'm the bird freak he asked his mom to find it. OH MAN! He looks so cute! He was 25 and had a really hard body, a tan and lots of blond highlights in his hair. Ooooh sexy sexy! Then of course he's got a sulfur-crested cockatoo on his shoulder! I asked his mom if I could borrow it so I could make a copy...it's so cute! I had it out on the coffee table and he kept turning it over 'cause he didn't want to look at it. Poor guy, it makes him all self concious 'cause he was in such good shape! He still is, mostly. 'Cept for the developing beer gut... He's gotta work on that one. I don't wanna be a nag though, don't wanna start that shit! Although, women are very prone to nagging. The key is catching yourself before you get carried away.
Okay, gotta work 'cause I'm busy as hell again. It's never just an even flow here. Fuck. Talk to you later.
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Yes, as the email stated, I am buried at work today. I'm going to have to try my best to put on a positive attitude toward this FUCKING TIME OF...ahem...this time year because I'm just tired of it. Why can't Christmas be more like Thanksgiving? All the damn greetings and gifts and bullshit. I'm overwhelmed. But I'll put on a fucking HAPPY FACE and get through it like I always do.
My weekend wasn't THAT lovely, actually. Ron was sick. That means I was sick, too. Not really, I just spent the majority of the weekend catering to Mr. I. M. Sickie. And just as I figured, I have a scratchy throat today. I'm hoping it doesn't turn into anything major because I have to work this week. My boss is out of town again and we are slammed. We finally got our container of merchandise from Poland in on the 23rd (yes, the fucking DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING when everyone gets to go home early!) and so we have tons of stocking to do. Not to mention all the backorders we have to send out. Ron and my brother Steve were nice to help us unload the container, as it was a very very last minute deal. We didn't find out exactly when it would arrive until the AFTERNOON before!
That reminds me of something funny, however... I was so pissed when I found out about the container's arrival. I KNEW it would happen like that because it's always inconvenient. My brother had said he'd help like he did last year and has Mondays and Tuesdays off. It would have been perfect for the container to arrive on one of those days, right? Well, when I found out that it was arriving on Wednesday, I called my brother right away. He didn't answer his phone so I tried IMing him. Here's the thing...my brother and boss BOTH have the same name of STEVE and are BOTH on my IM list. So the IM goes like this...
ME: "Steve..."
BOSS: "Yes?"
Now, at this point I think to ask why he isn't answering his cell phone. This surely would have prevented me from going into the cussfest that ensued....
ME: "Well guess what! The goddamnedmutherfuckingsonovvabitch CONTAINER is coming in tomorrow!"
ME AGAIN: "Of course it can't come AFTER fucking Thanksgiving! Heavens NO!"
ME AGAIN: "So now you probaby can't fucking do it because you have to fucking WORK tomorrow! Right???! DAMNIT??"
BOSS: "Julie! This is your boss, downstairs!!!"
I almost shit my pants. I got that rush of adreneline all over my body and my head felt like it was gonna float away. I was mortified. I sat there like that for about two minutes until my boss called to say he was leaving the office to get some things together and try to find some help. He asked that I find out if my brother could still do it and see if Ron might possibly be able to lend a hand. I'm like, "Oh-oh-oh-kay..." It turned out just like it always does. Fine. Fine only after I proceed to throw a panicked tantrum. And I'll say it again...I'm ONE LUCKY little bitch to have such a cool boss. Initially, he was confused by my obscene ramblings, but once he realized that the message was OBVIOUSLY not meant for him he thought it was hilarious! I am SUCH a dork. But at least everyone expects nothing less!
I really need to work now. I have to try to have a nice day. I feel shitty. I just started my damn period, my throat is scratchy and I have a headache. And Ron is being a butthead. OH JOY.
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