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Dec. 24th, 2016 07:32 pmIt doesn't really feel like Christmas until my mum replaces all our soap with Christmas soap, and all our cups and glasses with Christmas cups and glasses.
I ended up finishing work at the usual time yesterday. When I got in there was hardly anyone there, and a grand total of TWO campervans in our small car park, where no campervans have been assigned spaces. Also all the cleaners who usually come in at half past five came in at half past two. There were people on site until about 9pm, but as my boss left (at 5pm), he said they probably didn't need me for another two hours, he would have gotten the security guard to come in earlier if they'd just told him it would be like this. Then the security guard didn't come till about five to seven - which isn't really something I can complain about, since I'm contracted to work until 7, but it does mean I had to run for my train. While my headphones that I broke earlier that day loudly banged in my ear as I ran, like someone clapping right next to my head. It was a little annoying, but my boss has said he'll make it up to me by making sure I get away next Friday, when I've told him I'm going to Lancaster from work, so that's nice.
When I got home, I thought 'yay, no more work till Christmas!', and forgot about all the wrapping, which I still have to do. The problem with doing it on Christmas Eve is that my parents also do theirs on Christmas Eve, and there's only really one good set of real, paper-cutting scissors in the house and one sellotape dispenser. So then we have to arrange our timing. I think I'll try to do mine now, and get it out of the way. And then freedom! True freedom.
I keep thinking this is the start of two weeks off for Christmas, but no, it's the start of four days off for Christmas. Which is nice, but still. I am quite looking forward to Boxing Day, when my dad and I are going to try to put my new PC together. I'm going to try to make my new OEM key work on it, and then bish bash bosh. It does mean I might end up roping my mother in for a truly professional dusting of my work desk, so I don't get any in any circuits, which makes me feel a bit guilty. But I am so ready for a proper computer. Today my netbook decided to give up on letting me type anything in the address bar.
Also I've just got a hankering to keep cleaning my room. That's the problem with starting to clean it, that as you do you think of so many more things you want to do. Like, I have cleared a bunch of stuff off my windowsill, and then a bunch of stuff off my desk and dressing table onto the windowsill, so now I can - yay! - actually open many of my jewellery boxes. And now I want to start going through my jewellery collection. I've been meaning to for a while, and if I'm going to be moving them for dusting anyway... Getting more space is addictive. But my focus is on my computer. Please god the computer.
Merry Christmas, by the way, everyone! For a minute today I was looking forward to Yuletide going live tomorrow, and all the stories. And then I was like "why?". Yuletide hasn't produced anything that's really appealed to me for a few years now. ::Sigh:: Oh well.
I ended up finishing work at the usual time yesterday. When I got in there was hardly anyone there, and a grand total of TWO campervans in our small car park, where no campervans have been assigned spaces. Also all the cleaners who usually come in at half past five came in at half past two. There were people on site until about 9pm, but as my boss left (at 5pm), he said they probably didn't need me for another two hours, he would have gotten the security guard to come in earlier if they'd just told him it would be like this. Then the security guard didn't come till about five to seven - which isn't really something I can complain about, since I'm contracted to work until 7, but it does mean I had to run for my train. While my headphones that I broke earlier that day loudly banged in my ear as I ran, like someone clapping right next to my head. It was a little annoying, but my boss has said he'll make it up to me by making sure I get away next Friday, when I've told him I'm going to Lancaster from work, so that's nice.
When I got home, I thought 'yay, no more work till Christmas!', and forgot about all the wrapping, which I still have to do. The problem with doing it on Christmas Eve is that my parents also do theirs on Christmas Eve, and there's only really one good set of real, paper-cutting scissors in the house and one sellotape dispenser. So then we have to arrange our timing. I think I'll try to do mine now, and get it out of the way. And then freedom! True freedom.
I keep thinking this is the start of two weeks off for Christmas, but no, it's the start of four days off for Christmas. Which is nice, but still. I am quite looking forward to Boxing Day, when my dad and I are going to try to put my new PC together. I'm going to try to make my new OEM key work on it, and then bish bash bosh. It does mean I might end up roping my mother in for a truly professional dusting of my work desk, so I don't get any in any circuits, which makes me feel a bit guilty. But I am so ready for a proper computer. Today my netbook decided to give up on letting me type anything in the address bar.
Also I've just got a hankering to keep cleaning my room. That's the problem with starting to clean it, that as you do you think of so many more things you want to do. Like, I have cleared a bunch of stuff off my windowsill, and then a bunch of stuff off my desk and dressing table onto the windowsill, so now I can - yay! - actually open many of my jewellery boxes. And now I want to start going through my jewellery collection. I've been meaning to for a while, and if I'm going to be moving them for dusting anyway... Getting more space is addictive. But my focus is on my computer. Please god the computer.
Merry Christmas, by the way, everyone! For a minute today I was looking forward to Yuletide going live tomorrow, and all the stories. And then I was like "why?". Yuletide hasn't produced anything that's really appealed to me for a few years now. ::Sigh:: Oh well.
