TGI Almost Friday

December 2, 2004: I can't believe it's December already! Where has the year gone? It seems as if the older I get, the faster time goes. As B gleefully reminded me, "only 3 Saturday's until Christmas!" It feels like we were just celebrating the New Year, and already it's Christmas. If I had my way, I'd sleep from now until January 5th (the day after my birthday.) I'm too old to celebrate anyway.

This week, as is the norm for me, had it's ups and downs.

1. DOWN - I can't return to college because it seems as if my EH didn't pay off the Stafford Loan, like he was supposed to. Now, I have to repay $6000 before I can go to FSU. If I had $6000, I wouldn't have applied for FAFSA.
2. UP - The Packers kicked ass on Monday Night Football. The opening was cute - (should a 35 you be saying cute?) - especially Ben Stiller's part.
3. DOWN - I'm set up with the electric company to pay the bill automatically. Somehow, my bank account information is messed up, so the debit payment was returned. Therefore, I owe an extra $35. Plus I have to pay the bill immediately, to avoid having the electricity paid off.
4. UP - We got our Christmas bonus from work today. When I checked my account balance this morning, I was shocked. I did the is-anyone-looking-what-should-I-do-now?, head turn. Of course the first thing I did was call M to see, if for some unknown reason, he had his check deposited into my account. While the phone was ringing, the owner came over the intercom to say they would be individually handing out the bonus checks.
5. DOWN - I haven't started Christmas shopping yet. I always say I'm going to start early and be done by November. Who the hell am I kidding? Yes, I have OCD and I obsess over the littlest things. (You should see my desk at work. It would bring Martha Stewart to tears. All of my folders are color coded by client. I use a different color ink to mean different things. I have spreadsheets to keep on track and tasks set up in Outlook. Every thing has to be straight, lined up and in a special place.)
6. UP - Tomorrow is Friday and that means I get to sleep in on Saturday. That's the biggest bonus. My life reminds me of the episode of "Seinfeld" when Jerry said his life always evens out. (One stand-up gig gets cancelled; two minutes later he's offered a different gig for the same night.) The only thing is, I have more than my fair share of bad luck. I'm really starting to believe that nice people do finish last.

I'm so ticked that we ever got DirecTV because all M does is watch stupid movies. I wasted 2 hours of my life watching "Phone Booth" with Colin Farrell. I was actually rooting for the sniper. I could have taken talking on the phone to that man for, 3, 4 minutes, tops, before I would have shot him. It reminded me of the suck-fest "Open Water" when mom, K and I actually WANTED the divers to get eaten by sharks, just so we wouldn't have to hear that whiney bitch complain. I know why that guy committed suicide: He couldn't stand to hear her voice anymore.

I digress...They sent a memo around at work, saying that at 3 p.m. tomorrow, we have to stop working, for the day, and decorate our offices. Our company rocks! I already have my 40 hours in, so all day tomorrow is overtime. It's just an extra perk that we get to decorate, and on company time, at that.

Lastly, the woman who sits on the other side of me, talks extremely loud. She uses the word "FUCK" like it's no big deal. I swear, every other word out of her mouth, is a swear. I'm not a prude, I can swear like a sailor! However, there is a time and a place for everything and I just don't think that, when speaking to vendors, that swearing profusely is the way to go. I actually have to cover the phone while I'm on it, just so the person I'm speaking to, can't hear her talking about getting her "fucking toe burned by a g-damn cigarette" she thought she "threw out the mother-fucking window." Am I wrong on this one? Again, it reminds me of a "Seinfeld" episode - the one when Jerry and Kramer have to go to the dentist, Tim Whatley, who only caters to adults. Kramer finds it liberating because when he's getting work done, he can "really let the obscenities fly!"

I've come to believe, in some way, every incident in life, can be related back to "Seinfeld." I think it should be a new game. Forget "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon", I can play "Six Degrees of Jerry Seinfeld."

Mich