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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

The Week That Was . . .

Okay.     Is there a 'rule' somewhere that says holidays have to be as stressful as possible?

Last week was unbelievable.     In addition to my 'regular' insanity called "life," I had a 'laundry-list' of errands and preparations for not one, but two, Christmas parties.     The first party was on Friday night and it was the annual event for our Harley group and, since I am the Activities Officer, I was 'in-charge' of a lot of the details.     Luckily, it was held at a local hotel but, still, there was so much to do.     Prior to that, on Thursday evening, was our last Harley Officers' Meeting of 2005 (which was a mandatory meeting) that took most of my Thursday evening.

Saturday evening was our Christmas party for our employees and their significant others for the company that we own.     Even though the menu has been planned for a few weeks, 'crunch-time' or 'prep-time' or whatever you want to call it, always seems to find something amiss.     Most of the guests were over an hour late in arriving because of a last-minute customer they had to attend to as they were trying to close the doors.     It was an eventful evening for sure.     I could go on . . . but, . . . I won't.

On top of all of that, we had spent the week decorating the main level of the interior of the house (where guests will see), and the exterior of the house.     I had made arrangments with the cleaning lady who does my hardwood floors weeks in advance so she could be here on Friday to do a thorough job on the floors prior to Saturday's party.     At 8:10 on Friday morning (ten minutes after she was scheduled to be here) she called to say she was running late, and would be pressed for time that day.     I told her I would have the floors vacuumed and broom-swept prior to her arrival, and all she would have to do would be to mop and wax.     About an hour later, she called again.     This time to say she had pulled her back out and couldn't move, and would be unable to come.     Where was I supposed to find a replacement maid on a Friday when every agency and service books well in advance, especially on the weekends?

As Miss Scarlett would say, "Fiddle-dee-dee, I'll think about it tomorrow.     After all, tomorrow is another day!"

Not that I really had that much time -- my time was, literally, running out quick . . . but, I still had more errands to run and things to do to prepare for both parties.     In the midst of all of that chaos, the local satellite company was finally supposed to come back out and correct two 'oversights' they made when they initially installed the high-def dual dvr receiver several months ago.     When they switched the single dvr receiver to the master bedroom, they didn't check the guest room connections and the guest room television lost its signal.     We didn't realize it until we had guests stay over recently.     They also didn't re-connect the dvd recorder to the new high-def satellite receiver for recording; they only wired it for playing.

So, the guy was supposed to be here at 11:30 a.m. on Friday morning.     At 1:15 p.m., with no calls and no shows, I contacted the company and got the same run-around I've been getting for weeks/months.     That was, probably, the final straw that blew-my-gasket!     Nothing like (more than) a little stress to send your blood pressure to 180/120 with a pulse of 115, is there?     And if one more doctor says to me, "You need to reduce the stress in your life" - I'm gonna deck 'em!

I did get my floors done - finished only two hours before the party was scheduled to start Saturday evening - amazingly enough, they did a better job than my usual cleaning lady.     The satellite people came yesterday and, supposedly, everything is now fixed.     The two parties that I had to plan, coordinate, and fret-over are done and went off well (imho).     I think we have . . . four more parties to attend for the holidays, and then I'll be making plans to disassemble all of the decorations sometime between December 25th/26th and the Feast of Epiphany and pack it all away until next year.

If anyone has seen Denis Leary's Christmas special this year, that kinda sums things up right about now (except for the 1st monologue - that was a little too much for me) . . .

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