groan

Dec 23, 2008 10:51

So my boss informs me that the checks, which are cut in, guess where, Portland, are delayed and will probably not be at the office until 11am at the earliest.

Tomorrow.

*headdesks*

I'll just be over here wondering what I did to the universe, that I need to be working Christmas Eve and have the checks delayed by snow and have to listen to a bunch of hysterical people be hysterical about how they haven't gotten their kids anything yet, and not be grumpy back at them. Or silently hand them a direct deposit form at them, whichever would piss them off more.

HEY CHRISTMAS LET'S NOT BE TOTALLY SHITTY THIS YEAR, YEAH.

I'll just be over here working on my beret, which is almost done and probably a little small but we'll see what happens after the thing gets blocked. I'm a bit surprised that I am on the first ball, still, but I don't work with worsted yarn very much any more. So I may be able to squeeze mitts out of the yarn too, which would be seriously ace.

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....and myboss just called and asked me to come in early so we can call people and warn them that there is a distinct possibility that their checks may not be here until Boxing Day, because the lady in Portland just delivered them to the airport and they are going out 'by the regular channels'. So we don't know if they'll be here tomorrow, or Friday.

I'm. We're.

I think.

I think we are going to die.
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