An Overdose of the Christmas Spirit
Listening: Somedays - Regina Spektor
I may have decided, after my one horrible waitressing job, that LOL-Mart really was a better place to be working on account of the fact that I knew the ropes there, not to mention that I had a bunch of friends in the business at this point whom I would have missed. But that doesn't mean the place can't really get you down--especially around the Christmas season.
This time of year, the place is not only tumultuously busy with every person in the city, but it is tumultuously busy with every person in the province who come back multiple times a day. You'd think that people would get everything they need in the one go, but no--they have to keep coming back and coming back, and then complaining about how the store is sooooo busy. Blegh.
So I worked for 8.5 hours yesterday. My managers pulled a fast one on me though; they gave me my break really early, then worked me for six solid hours before giving me my lunch. Joke's on them, though. They forgot to give me my last break, so I left fifteen minutes early to compensate. Win!
I woke up yesterday with a sore eye. Assuming I'd scratched it putting my contact lenses in, I let it be and just went about my business. This morning when I woke up, the lower lid of my eye is bruised and puffy and super tender. Turns out I seem to have an eye infection. Which is just peachy.
Last night I was kidnapped by Matty P, Cole, and Stefan, and we ran around for a while causing trouble before deciding to go visit Ben. We hung out there for God only knows how long, listening to hilarious comedy skits, when Matt suddenly showed up. Matty P and Stefan left, and the rest of us hopped in Matt's car and went on an adventure, which basically consisted of blasting Queen and Red Hot Chili Peppers and giving Ben his Christmas gift and introducing him to Zero Gravity.
My Christmas tree is up! Before you know it, the whole house will be permeated by the luscious smell of fresh evergreen. My parents may want an artificial tree but goddammit if I'm going to let them before I move out. It's just not Christmas to me without a real tree.
I'll cut off here and make this a relatively short post, because I really want to sit down with my laptop and do a bit of work on my novel, Usurper. What with MUN and exams and new friends and work and everything, I have done very little work on my little sleeping beast and I believe it's feeling neglected.
Icarus wonders if Benji will eat French Toast if she and Kelilah make it.
I may have decided, after my one horrible waitressing job, that LOL-Mart really was a better place to be working on account of the fact that I knew the ropes there, not to mention that I had a bunch of friends in the business at this point whom I would have missed. But that doesn't mean the place can't really get you down--especially around the Christmas season.
This time of year, the place is not only tumultuously busy with every person in the city, but it is tumultuously busy with every person in the province who come back multiple times a day. You'd think that people would get everything they need in the one go, but no--they have to keep coming back and coming back, and then complaining about how the store is sooooo busy. Blegh.
So I worked for 8.5 hours yesterday. My managers pulled a fast one on me though; they gave me my break really early, then worked me for six solid hours before giving me my lunch. Joke's on them, though. They forgot to give me my last break, so I left fifteen minutes early to compensate. Win!
I woke up yesterday with a sore eye. Assuming I'd scratched it putting my contact lenses in, I let it be and just went about my business. This morning when I woke up, the lower lid of my eye is bruised and puffy and super tender. Turns out I seem to have an eye infection. Which is just peachy.
Last night I was kidnapped by Matty P, Cole, and Stefan, and we ran around for a while causing trouble before deciding to go visit Ben. We hung out there for God only knows how long, listening to hilarious comedy skits, when Matt suddenly showed up. Matty P and Stefan left, and the rest of us hopped in Matt's car and went on an adventure, which basically consisted of blasting Queen and Red Hot Chili Peppers and giving Ben his Christmas gift and introducing him to Zero Gravity.
My Christmas tree is up! Before you know it, the whole house will be permeated by the luscious smell of fresh evergreen. My parents may want an artificial tree but goddammit if I'm going to let them before I move out. It's just not Christmas to me without a real tree.
I'll cut off here and make this a relatively short post, because I really want to sit down with my laptop and do a bit of work on my novel, Usurper. What with MUN and exams and new friends and work and everything, I have done very little work on my little sleeping beast and I believe it's feeling neglected.
Icarus wonders if Benji will eat French Toast if she and Kelilah make it.
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