Josh is supposed to be calling here sometime tonight, because he wants to come over to get some of the co-op achievements he needs on Guitar Hero II. Feh. I'm actually feeling rather tired right now, but that'd most likely be from having to get up at 1, and if the past has been any indication, that'll fade as soon as I actually find something to do.
But earlier on this afternoon, at work, a small discussion was started about not being able to say "Merry Christmas" anymore, in favor of "Happy Holidays". To hell with all this political correctness. *Anyone* that's out and about on December 24th and 25th knows that it's Christmas Eve and / or Christmas, regardless of what they celebrate. If they choose to get uptight about it, it's their own problem, for being so closed-minded.
On the less-angry side of things though, Mom still thinks her cookbook has yet to be shipped. We were all sitting around the table talking tonight, and she brought up that, according to the picture I showed her, it'd be going out this week, as if to remind me. Funny, but at the same time good to know. I doubt she'd have wanted to pay $80 for the thing, and to be able to get her something for Christmas that I know she'd like was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
Work wasn't bad, and rather satisfying in that, at 6:00, Shelia instructed me to drop five more pounds of beef. Asked her if she really thought that was necessary, given that we'd be closed at 7, and she said yes, and told me to drop another bag of chicken too. At 7:00, Karen took all the chicken home (that unopened bag plus a bit more), and *ten* pounds of beef was thrown into the garbage. Yes, that's really a waste of food, but we're closed on Christmas, so anything that we might've carried over would've gone bad long before the 26th.
Josh just called though, so I really should get a shirt on before he gets over here :p
Oh, and of course, the obligatory "Merry Christmas" to anyone reading this, even though I'll probably say it again tomorrow~