Ugh, i forget how much I HATE the holidays.  I always think I like them, then I remember all the stress they generate.  Add this on top of the fact that my work is running me ragged and I’m in meltdown land.  My shoulders and neck are as hard as rocks.  After spending the last two days burning 120 cds and mailing them off because my boss said they needed to be out by the end of the day today, he tells me there was supposed to be a card that was supposed to go with them.  Would have been nice if you could have told me about this BEFORE I MAILED THEM.  Thanks for the update!  The guy who was helping me, guiding me through the process didn’t know about these cards, and my boss passed my office for the last two freakin’ days without mentioning a word about them!  Everytime you pass my office, I’m buried in cd’s, stuffing them, burning them, etc, and you forget to mention there’s a card?  Hello!  So now, who knows what the hell’s going to happen?!  I’m just so angry.  And don’t even let me get started on the fact that because I started on January 14th, not January 1st last year, I only get 6 months of profit sharing bonus.  That’s my boss’s fault for taking 3 months to hire me.  Or the fact that I get half everyone else because I’m a lowly secretary.  ARgh!  I know, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that.  And I’m happy about it, consider myself lucky to work somewhere where I get a bonus at all.  But I have a really stressful weekend ahead, too.  I’m really looking forward to having 4 days off for christmas though, I plan to do as little as possible (besides the alamo midnight christmas eve showing of The life aquatic, ROCK!)  Also, might check out Santa’s Ranch, which sounds like kitschy light heaven from the Flarson’s report.  I need to freakin’ do yoga or something.  Instead, I keep eating the candy that is being brought into our office daily.  Bad, bad, bad Julie!