tired

i am up at this post-consciousness hour waiting for the truffles (that I'm making the second time ever and hoping it'll work this time) to "harden." i guess i could wait until the morning. but i also need to make little cute tags to go with them. this way, people at work will quickly identify each other as lucky recipients of my midnight labour.

oh god are my eyes tired.

why do i do this to myself every year? really, i should just give up and do what someone else (someone high up in the food chain at work) did and buy those cheap ass 'pot of gold' numbers. i hate the pot of gold. i say: pot of shite.

one of my bosses (i'm so lucky to have more than one) gave me a christmas card and when i opened it up, out fell a $100 gift certificate. wow. for a second i thought i was opening a card from my parents. actually, i told my boss about this thought and he thought it was funny. then, another boss (let's call him boss b) who was in the presence of boss a and myself when i related this funny moment, decides to regift a $10 starbucks card he got from a vendor. when he hands it to me he says: i didn't want boss a to be the only one who treated you like a parent. uh. yah. thanks. i regifted that card to rob.