todayiamadaisy | 'Tis the season (Reply)

Work is all finished for the year: I don't have to go back until January 9 - and because I work in the World's Cruisiest Office, none of these days are taken out of my annual leave. I had my evaluation this morning, wherein the "exceptional" box was ticked for every category (which doesn't mean anything because my boss didn't even read the list; he just needs something to show the board that the evaluation has been done) and my boss said that I was "rather wonderful, actually" (which means a lot, because I like pretty much everything about my job and I'm glad he thinks I'm doing it well). And then he gave me a pay rise on top of my contract's cost-of-living raise, which means I now earn slightly more for twenty hours work each week than I did as fifty-hour-a-week accounting drudge, with more variety, more responsibility, nicer people and much less stress thrown in. On my way home, I had to pass the Evil Accounting Firm I used to work for, and I was a little bit tempted to go in and say, "Ha ha HAH!"

But I didn't.

There was a very odd woman in the newsagent this morning, shouting at the teenagers behind the counter because they didn't have any souvenir cows to sell her. Sadly I missed the start, so I don't know if she had cause to think they should have souvenir cows or if she just wanted a cow and went into the first shop she saw.

So far this week, I have received a parcel for Tiarna O'Sullivan, what looks like a Christmas card for The McLaren Family and a letter for J. Edmiston. All addressed to my address, but not, you will notice, to me. Tiarna was easy to sort out; I guessed correctly that she might be the granddaughter staying with Joan Next Door, and as it turns out, the Edmistons are also Joan's relatives and will be there for Christmas. I'm stumped by The McLaren Family though.