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Dec. 16th, 2004 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosJust as a reminder for the holiday season, please keep in mind the advice of my mother, which is "You can always feel free to get wasted before the festivities as long as you've got someone who's been on a bus for eight hours to fall back on", and the advice of my brother, which would be, "Always hide your empties."
Oh, and I also still haven't gotten a straight answer on stupid fucking Christmas Eve from these people. I talked to Colin, God of Sex, about it, and he said he needed to talk to New Bossman. New Bossman and Colin, God of Sex talked, and when I went and aske New Bossman what was up, he said they'd started talking "but hadn't finished." This isn't going to be like when I was a kid and I wanted something, and my dad said, "Go ask your mother," and my mom said, "Go ask your father," right up to the point when I went clinically insane, is it?
I'm seriously tempted to blurt out exactly what I'm thinking, which is, "What the hell do you honestly think I'm going to be doing on Christmas Eve here?! The drivers are going to bring all of the packages back because nobody will be working, and I won't have data entry to do because the federal government and nearly every other company we service will be closed that day. I mean, Jesus Christmas trees, why the hell are we even open on Christmas Eve?! We're not delivering on Christmas, so what the ever-lovin' FUCK, man?!" Then again, I'm still trying to wrap my brain around the crowds who used to pack the Burger King I worked at on Christmas Eve.
... the hell?! It's Christmas Eve. Go home, for crying out loud.
In summation, I really just need to go home and open presents. Lots and lots of presents. Mmm-hmm. *sigh*
HAPPY EDIT: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Okay, I feel better. :)
Oh, and I also still haven't gotten a straight answer on stupid fucking Christmas Eve from these people. I talked to Colin, God of Sex, about it, and he said he needed to talk to New Bossman. New Bossman and Colin, God of Sex talked, and when I went and aske New Bossman what was up, he said they'd started talking "but hadn't finished." This isn't going to be like when I was a kid and I wanted something, and my dad said, "Go ask your mother," and my mom said, "Go ask your father," right up to the point when I went clinically insane, is it?
I'm seriously tempted to blurt out exactly what I'm thinking, which is, "What the hell do you honestly think I'm going to be doing on Christmas Eve here?! The drivers are going to bring all of the packages back because nobody will be working, and I won't have data entry to do because the federal government and nearly every other company we service will be closed that day. I mean, Jesus Christmas trees, why the hell are we even open on Christmas Eve?! We're not delivering on Christmas, so what the ever-lovin' FUCK, man?!" Then again, I'm still trying to wrap my brain around the crowds who used to pack the Burger King I worked at on Christmas Eve.
... the hell?! It's Christmas Eve. Go home, for crying out loud.
In summation, I really just need to go home and open presents. Lots and lots of presents. Mmm-hmm. *sigh*
HAPPY EDIT: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Okay, I feel better. :)
