|That's me, minding my knitting...|
Now--back up. The other day I was doing Tuesday night stuff with the big guild, Reloaded. It was lots of fun, truly. Early in the evening, I told Turkic my arch nemesis was up to her usual tricks, and he whispered to me how funny he thought that a grown (groan I think it should be) woman would have an A.N. (Arch Nemesis - keep up people!) I snorted laughing and my thumb pressed down on the Vent PTT button, so of course, everyone on Vent thought I was a. choking b. had a pet pot-bellied pig c. not very lady-like. The answer is c of course. Anyway, I explained my outburst, and sure enough, almost every one in Vent had their own A.N. story. I really like those folks.
You see where this is going.
Who do I have to buy Secret Santa gifts for this year? Yup.
A. Efffing. N.
We all fill out a survey about what we would like, preferences, etc. Every year I ask for pencils, nuts (no chocolate, thanks) and never expect them to bring me hot lattes--I know my morning commute usually means dropping a cub off at the crack of dawn and there are no Starbucks on my flight path. Oh well. When I got her list it was as if written for her husband or family. I sent another email to the SC/SS coordinator asking - um, hey -- is there a price limit? What's the time frame? She promptly sent out another e-mail stating $25 minimum over the course of four days.
Look, I love Christmas. It actually has some personal significance for me I won't get into here that has nothing to do with donkeys, mangers, virgin births, or magi. I have my own stories to tell.
But let me tell you, I am digging DEEP for this one. DEEeeeeeEEEEp.
This is the young woman who, after I collaborated with a colleague, and crafted some 'really good stuff,' decided to send a REPLY ALL, and included more folks, about how crappy and misguided what I made was. This is also the young woman who sent out a huge piece of work herself to one and all and how awesome it is, under the banner of "I'm SHARING! LOOK AT ME!" No mention of the work I contributed. When I mention this to another colleague who has her own issues with folks, I get platitudes and "isn't it more important that the work gets done?" sh*t. Well, yes I suppose so if you want me to take the effing HIGH ROAD but damn, I want to stay here in the gutter sniping at people! I'm a pretty good shot, too!
So let me go on record, Little Miss A. N. Pants: I don't give an $#!! what kind of extra-foamy blah blah blah Starbucks you want. I am not buying you a damn Seahawks T-shirt, and you're not getting the other $75 worth of crap you want. You. Are. On. My. Naughty. List. You'll be lucky if you get a $5 card from Target and a how-dee-doo.
Bah humbug? Indeed.
Your response, good friends of Sugar & Blood? Just laugh at me. Laugh with me. All I require to feel better.
Moving on: yes, I'll be hanging out in Azeroth tomorrow, December 7 in the late afternoon. I realize we all have Arch Nemesises (spelling?) to buy gifts for, and lots to do, so if it works out great, if not, no worries. If there is a specific transmog thing you're after we can do that, or if Tome is around see if we can get her kitty staff.