All done as of about noon today when I got to the T-shirt shop for the last two gifts.
You'd think in two malls you'd find a shop specializing in T-shirts, but no. As I left at 11:00 p.m., Homer was still at large.
At a couple of places, Borders & Macy's, the air was thick and a couple of salepeople were, too. Major problem geeting through to Ms. 23-and-still-chewing-bubble-gum. Hello!!! Can you pause your personal phone call in Russian about what you're doing after work, and just tell me if you have toilet brushes?
Hey Ms. Pin-cushion!!! Are you really hypnotized by the cash register, or can you tell me what time you close??
Oh yeah, last day of work, the company set us up for a PAC tent-meeting.
Great timing - just a couple of weeks before, we'd learned that our jobs were once again in doubt, and that while the health plan was going up in price, the benefits had once again beet cut back.
Then there was the "you probably won't get an incentive, no matter how well you did your job" talk.
So naturally, we were all excited at the prospect of payroll deductions from our ever-diminishing checks, so that the executives could suck ass with people like Feinstein and Waxman (swear to God). I couldn't keep from saying "eccch!"