{Blog} Updates and Work-Related Complaints
I hate the last few weeks before Christmas.
Everyone insists that they fit at least two more sessions in before the 19th... which means I'm working from eight in the morning until seven at night... with barely a moment to myself. And as if I thought last week was difficult, this week will positively destroy me. Walking down the streets with that terrible Christmas Music blasting over the loudspeakers isn't my idea of "The most wonderful time of the year" at all. I told all of my clients that my phone will be off the week of Christmas and at least two of them cleverly the ones that have three sessions a week went into hysterics. "What if something comes up?" or "What if I really need to talk to you?" Honestly, people can be so selfish. Can't psychological disorders take a vacation, too? If this keeps up, I'll be spending the holidays in my office, watching my tissue boxes deteriorate. I never thought I'd miss my secretary this much...
Obviously... I will be hard to reach this week... if any of you try to contact me, I'll do my best to get back, but... I just really want to get work out of the way... I'm so stressed... I think I'll go visit that Banya in town this weekend. And I haven't seen much of Yekaterina and Natalia lately which means I can actually invite people into my apartment...
I've been considering flying out in January for a bit to visit my Aunt Catherine. December 25th isn't... very big back home; our Christmas is celebrated on January 7th. Being muli-cultural is such a hassle... things are much easier back in Russia... Maybe I should just move back there. Also, never go shopping on Black Friday... I finally understand what that term means. Arthur, we are overdue for our next bar meet...
...what does everyone want for Christmas anyway?
Everyone insists that they fit at least two more sessions in before the 19th... which means I'm working from eight in the morning until seven at night... with barely a moment to myself. And as if I thought last week was difficult, this week will positively destroy me. Walking down the streets with that terrible Christmas Music blasting over the loudspeakers isn't my idea of "The most wonderful time of the year" at all. I told all of my clients that my phone will be off the week of Christmas and at least two of them cleverly the ones that have three sessions a week went into hysterics. "What if something comes up?" or "What if I really need to talk to you?" Honestly, people can be so selfish. Can't psychological disorders take a vacation, too? If this keeps up, I'll be spending the holidays in my office, watching my tissue boxes deteriorate. I never thought I'd miss my secretary this much...
Obviously... I will be hard to reach this week... if any of you try to contact me, I'll do my best to get back, but... I just really want to get work out of the way... I'm so stressed... I think I'll go visit that Banya in town this weekend. And I haven't seen much of Yekaterina and Natalia lately which means I can actually invite people into my apartment...
I've been considering flying out in January for a bit to visit my Aunt Catherine. December 25th isn't... very big back home; our Christmas is celebrated on January 7th. Being muli-cultural is such a hassle... things are much easier back in Russia... Maybe I should just move back there. Also, never go shopping on Black Friday... I finally understand what that term means. Arthur, we are overdue for our next bar meet...
...what does everyone want for Christmas anyway?