Christmas Comedy of Errors (Parts 2 through 4)

I am annoyed at United. I have to check a bag, which is going to cost me 12 bones. I did not want to do this, but I have been forced to thanks to a Christmas miracle involving the refund for my company Christmas present being exactly the same amount as what my cousin asked for in the Christmas grab bag. Exactly. Thus, I am hauling home something that rhymes with Firt Fevil (do not open till December 25th!) and as a result, have to bring home my HUGE suitcase, because it is the only one it fits into.

I was considering bringing a smaller bag in my HUGE suitcase and using that to go back to Chicago, since I do not expect any large gifts this year, since everyone knows I travel and buys me gift cards. Then I remembered I am using my HUGE suitcase as a makeshift dresser, since the untimely demise of my own. On a side note, it is impossible to buy a new dresser if you don't have a car. So, you know...that happened.

My mother keeps telling me to bring the Firt Fevil (shhh!) on as a carry-on, but then I still have to check a bag, or otherwise I don't, you know, bring clothes with me. Any solutions to this would be appreciated. Actually, no, since I already paid the twelve dollars to check the stupid Dirt Devil.

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My co-workers and I all got our supervisor a Starbucks gift card. The woman drinks a huge cup of non-fat chai tea everyday. It is the only thing we see her consume. It is actually a thoughtful gift.

We decided to present the gift card collectively after our morning meeting. One co-worker sent out an e-mail to meet at her cubicle, so we all headed over there. Except for one. Who was on a personal call. So we waited. And waited. And stood around and chatted. Finally, my supervisor came out of her office and said, "Why is everyone standing around and talking?" One co-worker said with a sigh, "Just give it to her now." Some presentation.

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I made a million cookies for Tucker Max and Reggie, our concierge, who told me not to waste my time on boys who are no good for me. Reggie is healing. Unfortunately, Tucker Max cancelled rehearsal and Reggie is on vacation this week. So I have a million cookies.