Today seemed to be exchange Christmas gifts at work day. I suck at that, I didn't buy anyone anything. It seemed I gave a small bank account away over the last couple of weeks for various gifts, parties and who knows what else.

Well I made out good, I think my staff gets me nice presents at Christmas time to make up for the hell and damnation they give me all year. I got a gold cross necklace, varied lotions, gels, candles, candy up the wazoo. Which I always leave there for them. And my favorite present: a black negligee that I guess I'll save for a rainy day. (No...not tomorrow.) The funniest part was when the girl that presented it to me states, "well I guess this is really for G." The guy I gave the walking papers to last summer. So at this point I had to tell them G wasn't part of the program anymore....their immediate response was "well we have to find you a man!" Oh God. Why did I open my mouth? These women are relentless when they set themselves on a mission. I see several brothers, uncles and second cousins in my future. Not to mention every male that walks in that building will think the CIA has sat up shop for questioning. I tried to tell them a man is not on my Christmas wish list, but I was told I was wrong. Alrighty then.

Three years ago I made that same mistake. When will I ever learn?