Not too much to report. Last week work kicked my ass, and it's not getting any better. My one boss is valiantly working to keep us from drowning by trying to stay proactive and upbeat, but it has its limits. This week is looking just as bad - last week of classes this week, finals next week, and the added goodtime funness of moving into a new building next Tuesday. Oh joy, oh rapture mine.
Q and I are chugging along. He's still working oddball hours, but it's been working out OK. Last week we managed a few date nights - Wednesday was BJ's and Chick-Fil-A, Thursday I finally finished off the turkey and made burgers for dinner, Friday I worked late (again) and we ordered in pizza, Saturday we finally went to see our friends' new baby and then went to IHOP and food shopping, and yesterday we lazed about a while before I put up some Christmas decorations. BEHOLD OUR GAY AGENDA.
We're looking ahead to Christmas, but it's gonna be wonky. My last day at work will be the 23rd, after which I will hie to Pam's for the 24th (24th!) Annual Margibtinlin Executive Board Meeting and Holiday Extravaganza. Alas, I'll be heading home the next day because Q has to work Christmas Eve and Christmas day, then has a whole one day off before having to work his normal weekend schedule, so we will probably not make it up to see Mom and the kids until New Year's Eve. Maybe I'll host a party, I don't know. At least I get a full week and a half off. And then, sometime in January, is Gaymas, with whoever's left in this godforsaken place.
On the plus side, the campus radio station is playing all Christmas music, so it's getting me in a better mood. Yay.
Um, that's it. SO FAR. There may be more. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.