I know times are hard, economically speaking, and actually my company didn't make as much money as usual this year as a result. We're a smallish-sized organization, so tough times hit us hard. I'm lucky to even be getting a bonus, right? Right? Hey, I'm even lucky to have a job.

Count your blessings, Karen.

It's just that this bonus check I just received is, oh about 1/5 of what I expected it to be.

And one isn't even supposed to expect a bonus check! Count your blessings, Karen.

There just aren't as many blessings to count as I anticipated. I keep re-opening the envelope in search of the missing zeros...

Oh well. I have a few extra dollars to spend on Christmas, which is good because frankly I was dreading buying a tree. They're so damn expensive and for what? To watch a tree slowly die in your living room. It's not even a dignified death, either. We dress up the tree in funky shit while it dies. It's like going to see your friend on his hospital death-bed and painting his face with make-up and dressing him in funky clothes while he's like in a coma or something.

But I really want to get a tree because #1 I didn't have one last year cuz I had just moved; #2 my family is coming over and I have to make the pad look all festive and shit and #3 that damn tree is gonna look so bitchin' in my rad pad!

But I digress...

My original point about the bonus situation is that had it been the amount I was expecting, I was going to use it to buy new bedroom furniture and then have a nice little "padding" left over in my bank account for a while.

Um...I guess I could buy a bedside table with this check...

So no new bedroom furniture for Karen.

Of course, I have a bed to sleep in. I have a rad pad to go home to every night.

Count your blessings, Karen, and shut the fuck up about it already.

In good news...only twenty-four hours until I finally get laid again!

I've already warned John that he may not have the strength to drive home after I get done with him.

P.S. Don't you really hate it when people refer to themselves in the third person?

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