It’s 9:30 in the morning today and I’m sat down with a mince pie about to start another day in the office. At least it’s quiet. We’ve got Xmas dinner planned for tonight - not the easiest thing to organize, as turkeys etc. are in short supply in Azerbaijan, but we’ve managed (a lot easier than two years ago when we managed to score a ham in Yemen), but basically it’s just another day for me
It’s not all bad. Normally, I can’t get overtime at this job no matter how much I work. Christmas day, they pay the avid atheist $30 a hour to transfer calls. Awesome. And, because everyone else wants time with their families (aka, Losers), I get 15 hours at $30/hour. Double awesome.
Sitting here goofing around, waiting for the phone to ring (911, Merry Christmas, what’s your emergency?). I get off in half an hour. Then I come back in at 7 tonight for another 12 hour shift. In between I’m supposed to do the Christmas thing with family and still get some sleep at some point.
No overtime pay, either. They give me the hours to take off some other time in the year.
But, as a postal worker, I’ve done sixty hour weeks all through December, and that will likely continue a bit into January to clear the backlog from overseas (I work in the ex-overseas section).
So I didn’t work today, but I finished late last night (Christmas Eve), and I’m back on duty tomorrow (Boxing Day/26th). Today, all I wanted to do was collapse into bed, exhausted. However, in the last 24 hours, I’ve driven about 400 miles, and cared for my frail, confused, and incontinent elderly father.
And after seventeen years in the job, I had my first nightmare about mail. I dreamed I saw somebody crushed to death by an avalanche of it.
Data Center worker here. Been in for about 6 hours, still have more to go, (and I get no overtime). However, I got Thanksgiving off, so I work Christmas.
Foodwize, for the first time in 11 years of working holidays, they fed us. We got a coldcut tray.