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12/24/2003: "T-minus 10 minutes and counting"

Well, being the last minute Scrooge I am, I did my shopping today. Not much, mind you, but it wasn't horrible -- in and out of the store in question in under 15 minutes, and virtually no line to wait in. And yes, I am a planner, but Christmas is always a dilemma for me. I'm often torn between having to fake being the nice duck and buying gifts, or just firing everyone and rehiring them (or peeps who work cheaper) in early January. I figured a round of firings at 5pm would be funny, but not very much in the spirit of the holidays. (And when Legal told me it was evil, that was a wake-up call -- they are lawyers, after all, and for them to consider me evil, well... need I say more?) So, I did my shopping, have my tree up, other bits and pieces done, and as soon as I can get my camera to behave and talk to the computer again, photo updates to follow. Now, I'm off to rush to my nest before the old fat guy tries to come down the chimney and finds me awake, and the milk still in the fridge and cookies still in the cookie jar. Oops, and carrots for the reindeer. Lots to do in the next 10 minutes.