Actually, I’ve had to work evert single Christmas Day since I moved out here, I don’t mind working Christmas, as long as I can still fulfill my religious obligation of being at liturgy either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. Since I work swing, I made Christmas morning.
But I would rather have gone Christmas Eve, when we have the big procession with the children in the congregation dressed up as shepherds and angels. I just find it incredibly depressing that so many people choose not to spend the holidays with their families, and that the casinos are so greedy that they couldn’t run with a reduced staff so that the employees could have one or the other of the days off to spend with their families. And I did mention that the other two major Middle Eastern religions are having holy times at this time of year (Haunukka and Ramadan). So they are not observing their own religions. The Muslims are supposed to be fasting and doing penance, and there were a lot of Arabs at the tables, dodging the fast. (Yes, I know that there are Christian Arabs, some of them are in my church, and I’ve worked with others, but they are in the minority. And Arab Christians make the most devout of European Christians look like total heathens. They’re definitely not going to be out gambling.)
Also, most of my income comes from tips, and if I have to work Christmas, I would just as soon stand dead all night. I would have made the same amount of money as I did busting my sweet bippy servicing a bunch of stiffs. Face it, people who are so selfish that they would rather spend the holiday gambling do not really give a damn about the people who can’t be with their families because they have to work.
Also, a lot of non-Christians celebrate Christmas as a cultural holiday, but not as a religious one. A time to spend with family, exchange gifts, watch the kids open their expensive presents then watch them hav more fun playing with the box the toys came in…
Ask for the day off? Please, I’m still in my probationary period. I’ve been sick twice already since I started work there, and I didn’t dare call in. You really think they’re going to give me the day off for something as trivial as a religious obligation (yes, the boss does know I’m a practicing Catholic.)
The only family I have in town is my mother, who I see every day, and we’ve both gotten so fed up with the commercialism around Christmas that we don’t exchange gifts by mutual consent.
On the up side, Matt brought homemade fudge, which did a lot to keep away the black cloud of depression that was hovering over my head. But the fudge gave out around eleven and I didn’t get off until two-thirty…
I told the pit boss to tell Matt to bring more fudge next time. Matt’s fudge rocks.
DoctorJ, I like your attitude.