Enough about the cat!

I meant it as a joke when I threatened to rename this “The Kitten from Hell Chronicles”, but looking back over the last entries there’s a certain ironic accuracey to that title. Time to catch my own doings up a bit.

Got nearly the very last of the Christmas shopping done yesterday. And got something for myself. Maybe.

I got a promotional coupon from a local chain of jewelers in the mail for a tanzanite ring at a cost of $30.00 (supposedly the usual retail price was $125). I’m a sucker for baubles, bangles and bright, shiney beads, so I went to check it out.

The ring was pretty, with three marquis cut tanzanites (a little on the pale side) set in 14k gold. It only came in one size, which was, by remarkable coincidence, my size. I bought it to put aside as a potential present in need. I’m not sure it will ever leave my apartment, except on my finger though.

All presents are now purchased except for one member of The Prof’s family, and we have plans to purchase a gift certificate for her when we get out to CA. O course, things still need to be wrapped, and in some cases packed. But at least the worst of things (save for Christmas Day itself) are done with.

I’ve managed to take over the dishwashing duties from The Prof without any complaint. I think he realized after Kitten from Hell stole the core of a bell pepper out of the sink and scattered the seeds throughout the apartment that things had to change. I’m using the dishwasher for the most part, so it’s only a minimal nuisance to me. And I can finally use the garbage disposal without displacing a ton of dirty pots and pans.

The Prof and I took a long, hard look at being at the airport at 4:00 a.m. Saturday morning, and decided it was crazy to be driving downtown in the wee hours. I reserved a room at the hotel at the airport for Friday night – we’ll drive into the city as soon as I get out of work on Friday, grab a laid back dinner downtown, get to bed as early as possible and avoid the aggravation of rushing around Saturday morning. The downside of this is that I have to pack as much as possible tomorrow night, which is the only night I have free before we leave. Which means I need to do laundry, wrap presents, pay bills, and who knows what else tomorrow night. I’m wondering if it wouldn’t have been more fun to just tell everybody I was going to California, and then stay home instead.

Eavesdropping where and when I shouldn’t have been today, I’ve learned that they are seriously considering cutting our company back to four-day work-weeks in the New Year because of a fiscal year deficit that needs to be made up. Don’t know if it affects my position or not. I do know that, if they elect to do this, the four days will be killer days, since they don’t want production affected. I believe I won’t bother thinking about this until I come back from vacation.