|Straight, on the rocks, no chaser
||[Dec. 20th, 2006|10:31 pm]
Having Sunday through Tuesday off was nice. Got my shopping done, played some videogames, rearranged the living room. |
The new TV is sweeeet... amg... now just for a new toy to play on it... Wii? Uh uh... PS3? a) too expensive b) too few systems c) too few good titles right now... so that leaves door number 3... 60 to be precise... moo hoo ha ha...
The final days are upon us... the last week before Christmas... all Weirdness has broken loose. Not being in school makes the holidays seem like just another day out of the year. It's funny. It's Hell Week in the store. Food drives, Holiday dinners, credit card fraud, cops and robbers oh my. Now everyone realizes after they picked up everyone their gifts that they still need to do something for Christmas dinner. It means more business for us but fucking hell must I work the am shift? Getting up on Tuesday at 6 for a meeting was totally bone. But morning shifts aside, for 3 days off in a row I can't complain too much.
Except when 7am rolls around and I have to rouse my undead ass out of bed and face the world.
The fake holiday atmosphere is draining... having to fake being happy is one thing (not that I'm not happy with my job but when you're tired being as chipper and happy as it takes to be a cashier sometimes is difficult) but faking holiday cheer is another.
At the end of the day it seems I lose it all. Spilled water on todays new comics, knocked over an ashtray... minor things but enough to make me grumble. The holidays are a drain on me.
At one point today at work, I couldn't take the Christmas muzak anymore... a techno version of jingle bells made me break out in chorus a la 2nd grade...
Jingle bells! Batman smells! Robin laid an egg! Batmobile lost a wheel and Joker took ballet!
The baristo, Michael, who was working the coffee bar behind me just stared. I just replied as sarcastically as possible, "Just trying to get in the spirit of the holidays!"
to which he only retored, "I use bourbon..."