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*tries not to pull out hair*

I will have a good, fannish, year in review post later today. I will. Because I have to have something fannish to show for all the frustration I'm feeling this week.

But right now, work rant.

Christmas cards. They are EVIL. I hate them. Because my boss suddenly has to send out 50 of the damn things, right now, this very day, even though they won't get them until next week. Forget actual work for paying customers. Forget going to lunch. Forget doing anything that isn't for her.

*screams*

And forget giving me addresses, even though some of the people work for companies that have divisions titled "USA" or "Europe" or "Asia". Or they work for companies that I know have two offices locally.

(On the plus side, our cards are cute as can be. Each person in the office used a black Sharpie and drew a simple little Christmas picture that represented them. I've got the most avant garde Christmas tree that keeps getting rave reviews. Artist coworker has a menorah. One guy has a bagel, but we didn't ask what that meant. It covers every faith, every portion of the season, and it's dang cute to look at too.)

Soup for lunch. I'm looking forward to it, especially since I recently discovered the chocolate-covered Oreos in the kitchen. And the homemade English toffee.

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*dances*

Work is far more tolerable at Christmas with the soundtrack to "White Christmas".

And I get Vietnamese for lunch. Rice! Chicken! Almonds!

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I was in the mood to be silly. And bad.

I just emailed my entire office to let them know I'd worked hard as admin assistant to support them all. If they want me to work here for 20 more years, they can get me this DEI employee for a day fan package for Christmas.

(I also included a note saying I was joking. But if anyone got it for me, I wouldn't argue.)

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There was a screaming match in the back of the office and I missed it. Apparently the creative director said something to the equivalent of "fuck you, I don't answer to you" to the production director (he actually does, except the owners won't enforce it). She went off on his butt. One of the people who never enforces it actually told her she was dead on for letting him have it. Another partner (the only one who gets on his case) had told her to lay into him (since it's her job) because the CD hired a freelancer without permission.

Really, the fun part in all this is that the CD is spending money for no reason that belongs to the company and the partners are pissed. And yet, when the person who is to tell him why they're pissed and never do it again says something, he spits in her face.

Tomorrow is going to be REAL fun.