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Can I just say, as I assemble 700 Christmas cards (or if you prefer the politically correct name: holiday cards) for my company, I have to pat myself on the back. Part of my job entails designing all advertising and media for the company. My favorite job is the annual Christmas card. I must say that I truly think this year's card is the best yet. I would love to scan it in and show you, but that is a big no-no on my blog. Cannot tell you where I work, sorry. The card is a muted navy blue with silver lettering and a single snowflake adorning the top of the card. It opens horizontally to reveal a picture (not a photocopy, an actual picture on Kodak paper) of something pertaining to the company. So, my job today is to paste these pictures to the inside of all 700 cards and stuff them into the shiny cream-colored envelopes that match the picture's background. Fun times at work!

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I did a little Christmas shopping on my lunch break today. As I exited Nordstrom I decided that I deserved a little treat from their cafe. I ordered a small non-fat chai latte. Yummy! As I sat there watching the guy make it, I noticed that he poured whole milk into the cup instead of skim. I asked, "Is that the non-fat chai you're making?"
"Yes"
"Was that skim milk you poured in there, or was it whole?" (I didn't say this snidely, I was genuinely asking to make sure I saw what I thought I saw. I could have been mistaken.)
"Fine, I'll start over," he said as he dramatically tossed the latte into the trash.

Hmmm, bad service is starting to happen elsewhere. I should probably stay at home and never leave the house. The curse is getting worse!