Of course, being home with The Girls means that I can't get shit done (and I have a ton of stuff to get done by monday) ... at least they have all that crap to play with. I can't believe how much The Wife spent on them. I don't even want to think about the grand total. Doesn't she have a clue about our financial reality??? I was stupified by it all. Plus the kids have a zillion additonal presents they haven't even gotten into yet from various relatives ... we've been trying to string this out so they don't get too over-loaded ... we did our immediate family's gifts on Xmas eve, stuff from my brother and his family yesterday, the ones from The Wife's sister (their aunt) tonight and those from their grandfather on Friday (when he'll be here). Daughter #1 is especially going to be over-whelmed because The Wife got confused on the stuff coming in from her sister and put all of #1's birthday gifts in with Xams ... so she's going to also have all of that stuff, just a few weeks late.
I was happy to have gotten the holiday cards out before Xmas (and it sounds like the folks in Chicago at least had them in the mail on the 24th) ... did a little "newsletter" thing in there where I shilled for job leads. I'd been so depressed since this hiring manager from Accenture came by the school a week or so back and talked about their entry-level program. Everybody in our class was schocked by the miniscule salary numbers she was quoting. I mean, they're offering entry people (after 8 weeks in their training program at minimum wage!) not much more than what it's costing us for this damn COURSE. Made all of us feel like shit ... hell, the "short bus" Net Tech people are going out with better starting salaries. Needless to say, I'm hoping that some of the other things I've been working on for contacts will play out ... since we should be seeing 3x what that Accenture gal was quoting! Bleh ... I don't even like to think about it.
Anyway, I survived another of these holiday things without committing suicide ... whoopie. I think I'm going to have to write a poem a day for the rest of the year to get caught up, but who the fuck cares about that?
