The season of bowing our heads in the wind
Why hellooooo out there.
No, I haven't updated yet this month. Why? I've been quite busy with my Christmas projects. I always forget that things take three times as long as I expect them to. Anyway, I'm just waiting for one to come back from the printers, and I have to assemble the other two. They're sitting right beside me, but I don't have the energy to finish them tonight.
Another reason? I do have another reason! I work in the mall. It's the Christmas season. Why yes, I am doing the one thing I swore to myself I would never do again. And I have just one thing to say to my lovely, patient, understanding customers: Go away now. Go away, and think about your behaviour, mister.
To be honest, though? The customers are fine compared to my coworkers. Bats. I want to strike them with BATS, and I'm not quite certain which type I would prefer. I ran out of patience long ago, and my sense of humour is nearly used up. I dread to think of what this next week will bring.
So, yes. my attitude this month has pretty much been fuck you all, and I'd really rather not post if that's the entirety of my message. And by the time I get through the vodka and/or Baileys (my seasonal treat), I'm really not in the mood to type anything.
I'm actually rather surprised I've kept this -- mostly -- invective-free.
Toodles. Six more shopping days!
No, I haven't updated yet this month. Why? I've been quite busy with my Christmas projects. I always forget that things take three times as long as I expect them to. Anyway, I'm just waiting for one to come back from the printers, and I have to assemble the other two. They're sitting right beside me, but I don't have the energy to finish them tonight.
Another reason? I do have another reason! I work in the mall. It's the Christmas season. Why yes, I am doing the one thing I swore to myself I would never do again. And I have just one thing to say to my lovely, patient, understanding customers: Go away now. Go away, and think about your behaviour, mister.
To be honest, though? The customers are fine compared to my coworkers. Bats. I want to strike them with BATS, and I'm not quite certain which type I would prefer. I ran out of patience long ago, and my sense of humour is nearly used up. I dread to think of what this next week will bring.
So, yes. my attitude this month has pretty much been fuck you all, and I'd really rather not post if that's the entirety of my message. And by the time I get through the vodka and/or Baileys (my seasonal treat), I'm really not in the mood to type anything.
I'm actually rather surprised I've kept this -- mostly -- invective-free.
Toodles. Six more shopping days!