Been working overtime. Which isn’t so bad coz its extra money and its offline, meaning I don’t have to take calls or talk to any customers at all. But I come in earlier, work 10 hours straight and leave just a little earlier than I would anyway. There’s a pile of clean clothe in my room that need folding and thank god for hubby doing the dishes once in a while. And I swear if someone else asks me what I’m doing there so early I’m going to kill him/her! But it finally feels like Christmas here – it’s fucking freezing. Our apartment is a freaking meat locker if you don’t have the heat on all the time and who can afford that. Thank god we’re moving next month. That’s another thing – packing… anyway – must get back to work now. Oh, the family quarrel is over just in time for Xmas, we’re all going back to pretending we like each other.
3 comments:
AWWWW, Sarah, if I could afford the ticket to Jerusalem, I'd fold your clean laundry, and put your blender and your books into boxes for you!
Good luck with the overtime nonsense, and if you need to go ape-shit on somebody, feel free... you'll still be the nicest person in the country!
Ma'am, there's no Christmas in Jerusalem. Where in the world do you live?
Sarah - I wouldn't do all that stuff that Liz says she would, but I would bring liquor. And liquor makes everything better.
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