We cut our hair with blade and wire
Christmas eve, it's christmas eve. It's the eve of christmas. Dance.
We continue to get waves of snow... a couple inches at a time, and each pass requires some shoveling and usually a tense drive to work with plenty of sliding and achy shoulders. At least it's not as cold as it was.
I don't really understand our vacation schedule. We have today off. We have tomorrow off. We have to go to work on Friday. None of our clients will be in. The *post office* won't be receiving mail. Further, it's been slow so we only have a couple jobs scheduled to run. It's going to be the slowest of slow days. Fortunately I have new software to try to figure out. I hope tech support is working, at least.
We had our christmas party on monday. You should have been there. We're down to ten employees. This from a high of around the mid-twenties. Maybe as high as thirty, I'm not sure. And for our party? Pizza. And they had a boombox playing generic christmas music, and a couple candy canes scattered about the tables. Then they told us about our bonus, and we had our required insurance talk, and then it's back to work. It's not news to you, but times are tough.
Well. You guys have a pleasant holiday. I think we're mostly staying in, except for the part where we're going to someone's house to watch The Godfather. It's some kind of tradition.