Pinch me.

So, while sitting at the red light waiting to get on the freeway to come home from work, it hit me.

I stinking love my job.

I mean, I get to work 3 nights a week, I learn something new EVERY single time, AND I get paid for it. Good grief, this is awesome!

It's been a long time since I could say I loved my job. It's kind of weird, but I can definitely get used to it.

Chrissssst-maaaaas!

Just to make me happy, and because it has less swearing than the clip I really want to put on here, which is when Eddie is dumping the RV tanks on National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.

Sing it Jose!

I may roll my eyes at all the Christmas furor going on all around (it's not even Thanksgiving yet, people, give poor Thanksgiving a break!!!), but deep down, I'm hyped.

I love Christmas. Love it. Love it. Love. It.

I just bought my first Christmas gift today and I'm amping because my dad is gonna love it and better yet he has no idea I'm getting it for him. Of course, he thinks I'm buying him a $250 power drill (?!?) but since that is equivalent to almost one whole shift's salary- I think this will be a great substitute.

I've been fighting the Christmas music spirit but I just gave in. I kicked off Christmas Music Nausea with "Feliz Navidad" and now I'm hooked. The Boss is now singing "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" just to me. Damn straight he's coming to town!! You better be good for goodness' sake!

There's no stopping me now. It's cookies and homemade liqueurs (cranberry liqueur anyone?) and decorations and trees and lights from here until after New Year's.

Man, do I love the holidays.

It's getting kicked to the curb after New Year's anyway.

I'm officially over the annual ruckus over Christmas tree vs. the nefarious Holiday tree.

It's... a... tree. A cut off one, at that.

I don't care what kind of tree it is- the only thing dictating if I buy a Christmas tree or a Holiday tree is how much it costs. Don't care what the president calls it, don't care what evangelicals demand it be called, and I certainly don't care what some agnostic stick-in-the-mud wants it to be called because I'm calling it a Christmas tree and I won't correct you if you call it otherwise.

Seriously, I'm fatigued by the whole thing. Is there really nothing else to be fired up about that we have resorted to having a naming contest about the largest, most overpriced temporary potted plant ever to get lit up, decorated and tossed within a month?

Society as a whole puzzles me. But that's for another time...

It's a conspiracy.

I've just completed 3 nights in a row. I have until 9pm tomorrow to complete the open enrollment for my benefits from work. I just did this 2 months ago, but because the hospital has decided to sell our health off to the lowest bidder, I now have to make all my selections again. When I did this before, I filled out a form and turned it in. Now, it's all online. Usually, this would make me happy.

Well, it's not. And even more so after 3 nights of work.

Apparently, the site to carry out my enrollment only supports Internet Explorer 6.

@#$%. Microsoft strikes again. Damn you people, this is the reason I went to Mac in the first place! You've convinced the entire business world that Microsoft/Windows/IE is the only option out there. Some of us have managed to see the light and break on through to the brighter side. And we're being punished for it.

When will the Mac-cism cease?!? I am being discriminated against because the operational system I chose is superior and far more functional!

If I didn't need it to freaking sign up for health insurance, and maybe if it wasn't on indefinite loan from a friend, the Dell upstairs would tossed off the Capo Beach bluffs in about 5 minutes.

Heck no, I am not a PC.

Radness.

Headline from the BBC News website:

"Messenger spies iron on Mercury"

Iron, huh? You don't say. Was it a steam iron? Did it have adjustable fabric settings? Are you sure it wasn't a 9 iron? Perhaps a 7. I know- primitive life on Mercury played golf in fantastically wrinkle-free clothes while sweating the life out of themselves.

That totally explains it.

I love this headline if only for the reason that I can make up any different story how I want to fit that headline. BBC must have a rule of "5 words or less" when it comes to their headline grabbers, because half the time I guess as to what the article is about. And for that, my imagination would like to extend a hearty thank-you.

This is the Benadryl speaking, I will be heading off to bed shortly to recover from my outrageous night of work. What a night...