I may be taking my LDB avoidance a bit far. My car radio station announced that someone had requested Bob Segar's Little Drummer Boy in a few minutes. I actually started calculating a quicker route home so I could be out of the car before it played.

It worked, by the way. Still LDB free.

Does your car radio only play one station? Because switching channels works too.

I have relatives that lived together after the divorce because the house was such prime real estate, and they could never agree who'd get it.

They were both gay (man and woman), so this wasn't the start of something odd.

Does your car radio only play one station? Because switching channels works too.

I, um, haven't set the other buttons. And random button pushing generally lands me on country music or Katy Perry. There are Drummer Boy bombs just waiting for me to change the station.

Oh, gosh, the saxophone and piano in Gerry Rafferty's Baker Street--sounds like college "romance".

Sheeit, One of my coworkers just called me--he'd been laid off, just like my former manager (few tears there). But I thought he was locked in because of his integral role in deploying software for the workstation most of our clients use.

But no--they've decimated the department, and let people go I don't understand.

Good luck, former employer! t /dont mean that

The thing about this whole situation is they both CLEARLY want us to say "Oh what a relief, we'll just uninvite your asshole ex so YOU, OUR TRUE FRIEND, can come!" And both E and I have made it immensely clear over the past 12 months that we are not. going. to. take. sides. Honestly we weren't that close before the divorce and we only ever socialized with them as a couple! (We are not the only ones in our circle to have done this. It's been pathetically obvious that all they both want is for someone on the outside to validate YES, YOU ARE THE WRONGED PARTY instead of facing the hard truth that they've both behaved horribly to each other, they've both lied, and they both need to grow the fuck up.)

We have had out department potluck, my secret santee was pleased with my gift, and I have leftovers for at least a couple of meals. If only I could take a nap instead of working the rest of the afternoon...

I forgot today was going to be Friday. I was kinda dependent on it being Saturday, despite knowing yesterday was Thursday.

Since my boss is a Grinch to a hilarious degree, I have a new goal to bombard him with Grumpy Cat lolcats for the holidays. Yes, I am that coworker that sends you pictures of Buddy Jesus saying "Hell No" instead of typing words.