giddy

Well, I'm quite surprised at how things turn out these past few weeks. 'Cos despite my boss' tantrum last week over the high rate of absenteeism (I wonder how it was before I came) and the resulting new policies, which involve urgent reasons for annual leaves (since when annual leaves need to be urgent?) and wage cuts for those who have more than 3 sick leaves without medical certificates (do people with migraines need to go to the doctor everytime they got severe headaches?), this holiday season looks like it's going to be one of my best so far. The last time Christmas truly feels like Christmas was in 2001 when I watched the first Harry Potter movie with one of my best friends (and fellow Potter freak), feeling like I'm not the only girl who doesn't think of marriage and family at late twenties.

The fact that this December is as cool and rainy as that time (we haven't gotten a cool Christmas for quite some time) and that I get to spend it with new friends I made at my new job is already good enough. This weekend I didn't really have a plan except watching Twilight for the 2nd time (to better concentrate on the story and oogle on "Edward" better), but my fellow Potter freak called and told me she's home for Christmas until January 2. Wow. She hasn't been home for Christmas for 3 years and if she returned home, she never stayed more than 5 days. And the best part was that she didn't ask me how my job was or announce that she already had a boyfriend. No...she asked me what I was doing at the time, and when I said I was reading (I was being engrossed in Eclipse when she called), she asked me the title of the book. Well...you don't need a psychic to know what happened after I answered her. Maybe that's why we clicked the first time we met as colleagues in my previous job...we share the same fascination on great fantasy stories, and we rarely have social life outside work and internet and books. The fact that she hasn't changed exhilarated me more than anything else, cos it shows me that I'm not a freak for gushing about books and movies and good-looking British boys at 30. We'll watch Twilight for the second time tomorrow...which is a funny variation to our annual ritual of Potter movie-watching (and to think, we would've watched Harry Potter 6 if the movie hadn't been pushed back for Twilight's favor!). It's nuts...and it feels good.

I guess this is just one more confirmation of the holiday miracle I always believe in. No matter how glum or disastrous the year is, Christmas never fails to bring me comfort and some more. And this Christmas looks like it's gonna be one of the best.