Congratulations Corwood and Mrs. Corwood! and happy birthday Strega!

I am experienceing holiday time off whiplash. We had an email this am on behalf of the dean telling us we could leave at noon. My direct boss left at noon and we decided that I would leave at one because I had a few things to finish up. After she left HER boss's assistant came to tell all of us secretaries she would like us to do as much work as possible, but that we could leave at three (although it didn't sound like she was at all enthuisiastic about us leaving). So now I can't go, because my boss isn't here to tell the big boss's assistant that she told me I could leave-- and all the other secretaries are stuck, so I feel guilty.

I am at work. Well, I am in my office. I am not actually working, however.

Not doing anything with family for Christmas. Mom is hanging with Bro and grandkids as she always does, so we'll call and find out what everyone got and send our love. The DH and I are doing our 14th annual Xmas Movie Day. This year it looks like it will be Pan's Labryinth, Dreamgirls and Happy Feet and dinner at Jerry's Deli as we usually do.

I am working from home today. The last of our docs were built/published/taken out of my hands yesterday, my boss is in the UK for the next month, and my writers are either coming in late and leaving early, or are working from home too. So "working from home" in this context means "checking e-mail while wearing jammies and drinking tea".

Robin, that tradition rocks. If it were just me and the DH, I would totally suggest doing the same.

Happy Birthday, Strega!

Congratulations to the Corwoods! Or, um, the Industries! Anyway, happy baby!

After she left HER boss's assistant came to tell all of us secretaries she would like us to do as much work as possible, but that we could leave at three (although it didn't sound like she was at all enthuisiastic about us leaving).

That fucking bites. Your boss leaves at noon, you should go now. Do not stay until 3, Sophia. It's a moral imperative that you don't let them fuck you over like that. Leave at 2. That's good enough. Fuck 'em.

Basically their thoughts in the 2 minutes after their head has been chopped off before they expire. Robert Olen Butler, I think.

Are there a lot of blank pages? Decapitated heads lose consciousness after about 10-15 seconds.

The DH and I are doing our 14th annual Xmas Movie Day. This year it looks like it will be Pan's Labryinth, Dreamgirls and Happy Feet and dinner at Jerry's Deli as we usually do.

Moves I Have Seen in Theaters On Christmas Day:

Close Encounters Of The Third Kind (with parents - it was fun)
Brazil (very bleak for Christmas. So by myself)
Children of Paradise (excellent counter programming)
Babe the Good Pig (with EM. We wore our pajamas to the rep theater on Haight Street. Much fun and a good movie for Christmas).

After she left HER boss's assistant came to tell all of us secretaries she would like us to do as much work as possible, but that we could leave at three (although it didn't sound like she was at all enthuisiastic about us leaving).

That fucking bites. Your boss leaves at noon, you should go now. Do not stay until 3, Sophia. It's a moral imperative that you don't let them fuck you over like that. Leave at 2. That's good enough. Fuck 'em.

Does the Dean's e-mail override everyone else? As in, is he the boss of your boss's boss? Because *he* said leave at noon. And I concur.

Are there a lot of blank pages? Decapitated heads lose consciousness after about 10-15 seconds.

I don't know what his justification is. But each piece is about two pages long.

Did anybody see Helen Mirren in Elizabeth I on HBO? Man, the beheading of Mary Queen of Scots was gruesome. Two whacks in closeup! Plus they went to pick up her head by the hair and her wig came off and her head went bouncing around all comic and undignified. The scenes of Catholics getting tortured were even worse.

Cranking "Blue Jean" on my iPod has just improved my cranky by leaps and bounds.