Day before Christmas Eve…divorce almost complete…arguments flying, family being as awkward as they could possibly be… mud being slung backwards and forwards…no prospect of Christmas cheer - HAH! Whats THAT when its at home? and as for pressies? or seasonal ‘good will’ let alone the ‘L’ word - L-O-V-E ??
Tell me again what time of year this is supposed to be about??
I can tell you why our Egg Nog at the house is Jack Daniel’s brown…
It isn’t cinnamon or nutmeg, mind you…
If it makes you feel better, yesterday my unit let me go home early. I surprised me mom by showing up at her house unexpected in my uniform. She was happy.
After being assured last month (when I went to put in my form to get out early today) that we’d be getting out early without doubt and it wouldn’t be necessary … we were all informed that after the lunchtime holiday party we were expected to go right back to work.
They wonder why we’re all disgruntled.
That WAS nice! - and one very happy mum no doubt! Thanks Rand!
Theyve obviously got the Christmas spirit then! :rolleyes:
Part of the problem is that at this time of year, we have all worked hard to earn our rewards of relaxation and good cheer, but the rest of the world is sometimes unaware of our entitlement. 
I had a terrible time yesterday. I had taken two days off from work while my daughter was still in school so I could sew her a fleece robe as a special Christmas gift. When I picked her up at school, the robe was coming along beautifully and I was very optimistic about my little gift from the heart. Then she told me that she’d gotten in some sort of lame-assed trouble at school, and that I was going to have to call the principal the next day – something I’ve NEVER had to do for my little “honours with distinction” student. Agh.
Fortunately, there’s still good food to be eaten and slack to be had.
My husband and I are both sick and haven’t gotten much sleep this week as a result. Of course, we’re still at work, which makes it much worse. There is a silver lining though. I’m leaving in a few minutes and have a three-day weekend to look forward to. I’m sorry you’re having a rough time. My snifles obviously don’t really compare. I hope things start to look up for you.
Thanks yellowval - that was really nice of you - and I hope the sniffles clear up soon!
You both have a good one!
Yes…I am having an incredibly shitty day that is just the capper on an incredibly shitty week. Although I must say, mine doesn’t sound quite as bad as yours. I’m sorry to hear you’re going through all of that.
Originally posted by Sensibility :
Why, dahling…it’s supposed to be about alcohol. How else would we all get through it? Come over here, pull up a chair. I’ll pour you one too, and we can commiserate. Anyone who wants to join us is welcome, as long as they keep any perky, holly-jolly horseshit to themselves.
I work at Wal-Mart. Need I say more? (And yes, I do work tomorrow.)
7 December 2004. Got laid off from my job. Got home. Got a call from my sister. Mom was taken to the hospital.
The day in January of this year when my fiancée changed her mind wasn’t so nice. And the February day mom died sucked too.
Sorry you’re having a bad time. How about going out, and in a crowd of strangers say loudly and angrily, ‘Have you ever had one of those days when everything seems to go right?. The strangers’ reactions might be good for a laugh.
I missed work all last week. But not for a fun reason. I have had the Flu for the past week. Even with meds I did not break 100 + fever until just today. Deliurm and joy, aches and pains all around.
I feel like I was run over by a truck…
Oh and Christmas?? UPS rescheduled delivery for the 27th so what little I did get done online will not get here in time.
I am splitting shifts on Christmas weekend (my choice, so no whine there) but my manager has scheduled me to work all of New Year’s weekend–we are supposed to get a combo of Christmas and New Year’s off–but not this year.
Grrr.
I sure wish I could have a three day weekend.
then again, I am off during the week alot, so…<sigh> I can’t even whine well today!
You’re on!! Mail me directions and Im on my way!! 
(thanks for the kindness…its much appreciated!
giggle I might just TRY THAT!!!
(im sorry to hear about those things too Johnny…I so hope this year is OVERWHELMINGLY better for you!
Please do! And let us know the reactions.
Aside: At a job I had in the '80s I got onto the lift and there was a guy wearing a gorilla suit in it. I acted completely normally, not even starting when the doors opened and I first saw him. ‘Morning,’ I said as I boarded. Then I completed the ride as if there was not a gorilla in the cab. I could see reflections in the brushed steel of the doors, and he was cavorting a bit. Jeez, as if he thought gorillas in office buildings were uncommon!
ABSOLUTELY!!!
And now King Kong is out - we’ll see them on tall buildings, and catching aeroplanes and grabbing a hold of women…and …hey…hang on a minute - I already know gorillas that grab a hold of women!
Dude, I’ll raise a glass for ya. This was the year I lost the last of my naïveté. 94 y.o. Grandpa gets to lose his driving priveledges, his apartment, all his money (to qualify for Medicaid), spend a third of the year in the hospital, and the rest in lifecare. Mother in law has several growths and uterous removed, Job is steady, but a great big glass box from which I’ll never emerge-netting zero motivation. Two boys undergoing the terrible twos. The usual financial burden of daycare for two. The discovery of a stretched tight budget and an extra $1000 bill or two. All the stress this adds to the marriage.
Stress from other Mom cause you’re not raising your kids christian enough. (Sorry, We have 4 unallocated hours a week. They’re Sunday morning. They’re keeping me sane and I’m not gonna run around getting kids ready for church.)
Nothing quite like standing there realizing there’s NOTHING you can do to make it better.
Bah, good riddance, 2005.
If it’s any consolation, I’m on great terms with my ex, and spent last night at her place, at my daughter’s behest. Going through all the Christmas stuff with her, as I had done for every previous Christmas since I was 21, just about ripped my heart out. In a couple of instances, it was almost physically painful.