Oh, for pity’s sake, my HR is at it again. Well, okay, it’s payroll, this time.

Back around the 7th, I thought I got a Christmas bonus. Well, I didn’t. What I got was 6 or 7 months worth of California state taxes.

Except they paid me too much. By like $500.

So this paycheck they gave me $500 less.

Only they deposited 3.5x that ‘$500 less’ amount into my checking account.

And then they sent me an extra $1800 paycheck.

And now they want $3100 back.

Fortunately, the $1800 turns out to be Extremely Close to my vacation payout (off by like $15), and so instead of cutting me another check for my vacation payout, they’re writing that $1800 down as vacation pay. Since I thought that was my paycheck in the first place, I never wrote any other deposits down, so there’s this $4400 in the checking account that I didn’t know about. $1300 of that is the reduced paycheck that’s the result of them screwing up the back taxes paycheck earlier in December. The rest of it has to go back to my employers.

*I* think that if they screwed up, they should just give me the extra money.

The good news, however, is that they don’t want any money that’s already been spent back. I was pretty worried for a few minutes there. Gaaaah. *GAAAAH*.

I am not having a good back morning. In fact, I’m having pain. I dunno if this is from sleeping poorly or if there’s a larger issue, but I don’t like it at all. :P I need to get my portly ass to the gym and lose some weight. Ow.

Wow, what a very pleasant evening. Ted cooked the ridiculous 19 pound turkey, and stuffing (two sorts, his mom’s and my mom’s) and greenbean casserole and corn on the cob and mashed potatoes, and we had 8 people over for dinner, and we ate ourselves silly. And I got to talk to *girls*! Three of them! One was Mom, whom I often talk to, but two were NEW girls! Robin, who looks and sounds remarkably like Tamago, and Jessica, who doesn’t. :)

They both cross-country ski, apparently, so Jessica and I were discussing going ski-shopping this weekend, to at least price them and see if it might be feasible to buy some and she wants to lose weight but doesn’t gym because she hasn’t got a workout partner (gosh, THAT sounds familiar) and so we discussed possibly becoming workout partners. Woot!

And, and, oh! Ted says he’ll go to yoga with me on Wednesdays, ’cause he’s trying to get his muscles to loosen up — all those martial arts classes are keeping him vurry tense — so that makes me all happy. *wriggle*!

Anyway, back to dinner. There was an appalling amount of food, and a goodly bit of it got eaten, and OH, the ice cream balls and chocolate fondue turned out *awfully* well, oh my gosh. *falls right over* Yum. Yum yum YUM. And we still have half a turkey left. *laugh* I should put the wishbone somewhere the cats can’t get to it overnight.

Speaking of which, Zilli is sleeping on my feet. Isn’t he disgustingly cute? The cats charmed the guests (which is what pets and small children are for) and we ate and ate and ate and all was very well. The books were admired extensively, too. *laugh* And oh, I lent Jessica the 3 Jenny Jones books I haven’t gotten around to re-reading yet, so don’t let me forget that. :)

Does anybody remember a National Geographic article about Vancouver, sometime in the late 80s, in which there was featured a photograph and a blurb about an aquarium which had live mermaids, costumed girls who got air through air hoses and stayed underwater for quite some time? I’m pretty sure it was the late 80s, though it could’ve been the early 90s, and I *think* it was Vancouver and National Geographic, but I can’t find the photo anywhere. Help?

Happy New Year!

Man, I woke up late this morning to the heavenly smells of turkey roasting and stuffing cooking and *wow* does it smell good in this here house.

2002, for heaven’s sake. How did that happen? (I know, I know, the regular progression of numbers and seasons one after the other, but you know that’s not what I mean.) I need to put a new calendar up. I need to eat breakfast, too. Hm. Maybe I’ll go do that. Happy New Year!