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thessalian) wrote2005-12-23 10:46 am
thessalian) wrote2005-12-23 10:46 am
Preparations
One more hour and then we're all locking up the office. HUZZAH! Not that I don't like my job, because I do (particularly compared to the last few). It's just that ... well, holidays! Woo-hoo! In just over an hour I'm out of here, off to have a lovely Japanese lunch and do some non-urgent last-minute Christmas shopping, just because I can. Then I'm going to take ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dodgyhoodoo out for dinner at this little side-street Korean place in Finchley Central. Again, just because I can. I love payday.
Yesterday had its ups and downs, but I'm choosing to focus on the ups because I'm in a good mood and refuse to spoil it with downers of any description. The first nifty thing was during my lunch hour: on the street where I work, one of the buildings has this little alcove where a lot of the people in the surrounding buildings stop and smoke. Because my lunch hour's between 2 and 3, I tend to catch people on their afternoon smoke break or just having a last quick smoke before lunch. There's this one guy who I tend to run into over lunch hour; we don't talk or anything and because I normally have my nose in a book I'm not even sure what he looks like, but he has asked if I could spare a smoke a time or three so all I know about him is that he's not particularly organised, a bit of a smoke fiend and doesn't really like menthols but will put up with them if that's all that's available. You know, whatever, right? Well, yesterday I was coming into the alcove and he was heading out in a hurry but spied me and went, "Ah! I was wondering if I'd see you; happy Christmas" and hands me a pack of smokes (my brand, which he obviously knows) before dashing back to his workplace. Guerilla gift-giving. What a concept.
At the end of a day when everybody and their maiden aunt was submitting papers (to get them out of their hair before Christmas, I suppose) and I was a bit frazzled, I met up withdodgyhoodoo and weaselbitch for drinks and gift exchange, though weaselbitch had already opened hers from me (Ghost in the Shell for PSP so she has something to watch on it during events like, for example, getting on a train to Lincolnshire to visit her parents over Christmas) on Sunday at my own insistence. dodgyhoodoo has Resident Evil 4, and I got Noir disc 3 -- the first new anime I've had in quite some time. So I am happy. *squee* Looking forward to day after tomorrow, obviously, but also looking forward tomorrow, when I reinstate the Neilson family tradition of everyone in the household opening one gift on Christmas Eve. I think I'm going to open the "silly gift" from Mum that feels like a DVD; I don't know what dodgyhoodoo's going to open.
Then Christmas day and roast duck. I'm just trying to think of things to do with it; glazes and what to stuff in the chest cavity. I have a few ideas, but I'm going to need to hit Waitrose tonight so I don't wind up fighting with the hardcore last-minute people on Christmas eve.
dodgyhoodoo out for dinner at this little side-street Korean place in Finchley Central. Again, just because I can. I love payday.Yesterday had its ups and downs, but I'm choosing to focus on the ups because I'm in a good mood and refuse to spoil it with downers of any description. The first nifty thing was during my lunch hour: on the street where I work, one of the buildings has this little alcove where a lot of the people in the surrounding buildings stop and smoke. Because my lunch hour's between 2 and 3, I tend to catch people on their afternoon smoke break or just having a last quick smoke before lunch. There's this one guy who I tend to run into over lunch hour; we don't talk or anything and because I normally have my nose in a book I'm not even sure what he looks like, but he has asked if I could spare a smoke a time or three so all I know about him is that he's not particularly organised, a bit of a smoke fiend and doesn't really like menthols but will put up with them if that's all that's available. You know, whatever, right? Well, yesterday I was coming into the alcove and he was heading out in a hurry but spied me and went, "Ah! I was wondering if I'd see you; happy Christmas" and hands me a pack of smokes (my brand, which he obviously knows) before dashing back to his workplace. Guerilla gift-giving. What a concept.
At the end of a day when everybody and their maiden aunt was submitting papers (to get them out of their hair before Christmas, I suppose) and I was a bit frazzled, I met up with
dodgyhoodoo and weaselbitch for drinks and gift exchange, though weaselbitch had already opened hers from me (Ghost in the Shell for PSP so she has something to watch on it during events like, for example, getting on a train to Lincolnshire to visit her parents over Christmas) on Sunday at my own insistence. dodgyhoodoo has Resident Evil 4, and I got Noir disc 3 -- the first new anime I've had in quite some time. So I am happy. *squee* Looking forward to day after tomorrow, obviously, but also looking forward tomorrow, when I reinstate the Neilson family tradition of everyone in the household opening one gift on Christmas Eve. I think I'm going to open the "silly gift" from Mum that feels like a DVD; I don't know what dodgyhoodoo's going to open.Then Christmas day and roast duck. I'm just trying to think of things to do with it; glazes and what to stuff in the chest cavity. I have a few ideas, but I'm going to need to hit Waitrose tonight so I don't wind up fighting with the hardcore last-minute people on Christmas eve.
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