Another Confusion

I seem to recall saying something about how it didn't feel like the end of the year. I remember saying something like feeling I should be doing a heap of things, especially for the Christmas Party, but not quite knowing what they are. Well, it feels like the end of the year. And I am very busy with work, especially the Christmas Party. Which is tomorrow.

It's a weird time of year really. Saying good-bye to all the families that are leaving, after seeing their child progress from barely making a sound to hearing the construct full sentences and begin to recognise words. Saying hello and getting to know the families that are about to begin their relationship with our centre. It's an exciting time, but also a bit sad.

The big man with the long white beard and wearing the red suit with the big sack bulging with presents makes an appearance at the centre tomorrow. It will be very exciting. It's always fun trying to guess which children will be terrified by him. Sometimes the most timid little guys become very brave when there is presents to be received. Occasionally the children who normally show no fear go to jelly when around the jolly old fellow. Perhaps they're worried that he knows that they've been naughty and not nice and they're worried.

As well as Santa being there, a lot of parents will also be in attendance. And grandparents. And aunts and uncles. It's a big day. There's going to be lots of party food, and lots of presents and lots of little worn out children by the time the afternoon rolls around. It's a fun day. I just can't quite remember what else I need to do in preparation.

Unfortunately it's not just the party keeping me busy at work at the moment. There's also quite a lot of accounts to be finalised. I don't mind too much though, it's good to keep busy, and it's all work that I need to do, so that's cool. I'm looking forward to actually tidying up my office. It's really bad at the moment. Normally it's at a tolerable level of untidyness, but currently it's atrocious. I barely have a path to my chair, and the desk is so cluttered I have to shift the keyboard in order to do any writing. It's horrible. It's partly my fault, but my office also seems to have been designated the space to dump things and not leave explanations. I don't know what half the crap in there is doing, but it's there. I can't wait to chuck a whole heap of it out.

Well, that's about it. Wish me luck for tomorrow, it should be a good time! At least I hope so. Either way I'm drinking beers at Chalk tomorrow afternoon!