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Testing again....
Hate
Wednesday, December 27, 2000
06:15 p.m.
I am feeling hateful today. Not towards everyone, exactly...but the majority of people I have encountered today have made me seethe with uncharitable visions of them with their pointed little heads in stocks.
First, my mood was blackened by the fact that my manager decided today, I work 4-11:30 p.m., rather than my customary 9-6 p.m.
However, that did not seem absolutely horrible, because at least someone was working with me from 5-11. Wrongo. The girl scheduled to work that shift called in, saying she was too tired to work. What kind of excuse is that? Half the time, I am going on 3-4 hours of sleep, and I don't call in. Bakanari!
And to top it off, the girl who works the night shift called to say her car broke down on the highway somewhere between here and Kansas City. This is comforting. Am I expected to work the night shift too?
Where, you may ask, is manager man? Why, he's in the mountains skiing. Arghhh!
And then, there are my stinky, loathsome, tooth-impaired customers. They come in with horrible looking checks, sometimes decorated with fresh blood or dirt or bits of food, and they expect me to cash them without question.
Oh, and they flirt. Yes indeed, these men, who are often old enough to be my father, have such suave lines as "I could give you pretty babies."
All I can focus on, however, are their rotting teeth and the stench of beer, cheap cigarettes and halitosis that could knock over an elephant.
Gods, save me from my job!
HoHoHo
Monday, December 25,
08:13 p.m.
Well, Christmas is here. We had a nice family gathering, and my mood is surely lighter, for the moment at least. ^^
Tomorrow, Joe and I will be doing a gift exchange with Arlen, Anna and Kyra. Joe won't let me have my presents from him til then, so they still sit under the tree, taunting me with their colorful, sparkly goodness. Heehee!
Turnabout being fair play, I didn't let him open his gifts from me, either. So there! *Sticks out tongue childishly.*
My Xmas anecdote this year: Bard and the chocolate present.
A few days ago, while I was at work and the parents were out shopping, my dog Bard crawled under the tree, retrieved a present meant for Kyra and tore it open. It contained some lovely german chocolates and he ate them all. The wee bugger! At least he did not eat the gift certificate enclosed with them.
And Kyra doesn't have to know about the dog drool on that, ne? ^_~
Anyway! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday! Love you!
A bit about the Giaour..and Xmas too.
Testing, one two....
Sunday, December 24, 2000
12:17 a.m.
Giaour, an unusual name, huh? The above quote is from Byron's poem, "The Giaour, a Turkish Fable". Byron was an interesting man. So scandalous in his time, that he was denied burial in Westminster Abbey's famous Poet's Corner, despite his undeniable fame and talent as a writer of prose.
Istead, Byron was interred in the vault of Mary Magdalene in Hucknall. A lovely old church, with some of the finest stained glass I have ever seen.
An interesting side note for a man who wrote tales of vampires, and is said to have influenced Polidori's "The Vampyr" and Shelley's "Frankenstein"; His vault was opened long after he was buried, and they found him to be very well preserved, his hair and beard still growing.
Heh, well, that was a nice Christmasy tale.
Frankly, I am not in the Holiday Spirit this year. I feel apathetic at best, depressed at worst. I keep hoping some cheer will manifest itself soon....but, so far, whatever faery or angel bestows that spark of joy has not deigned to visit me.
And, to add fuel to my little yule log of 'blah', my grandma thinks that if I don't go to Christmas Eve Mass, I will burn in hell. Ah....If only she knew the myriad other reasons I will undoubtedly be going to that very hot spot down below, if Catholicism is to be believed, anyway.
But..There are things you just don't tell your little, hunchbacked grandmother. ^-^
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