Happy Holidays
So the holiday season is upon us. I had the option of taking off work on Friday, but I thought, why sit around my house when I could make money? So, instead I opted to go in for an 8-4:30 shift. I did my normal daytime work all day. But at least I know what it's like to work more of a regular day schedule. It was neat. The place was fairly empty, so it was very chill.
Thanksgiving (wait, we had a holiday?) wasn't all that great. I had a frozen tv dinner alone in my bedroom. Then I had cocktail hour(s) which consisted of diet grapefruit soda & too much raspberry vodka. Then I thought it would be a good idea to drink my peach schnapps straight. I'm just full of good ideas. Needless to say I fell into my own wall and passed out at 9:30 while trying to watch Finding Nemo. Needless to say a tad bit hungover the next day. Thank god for cwackers. My dad had mentioned the other weekend that my parents were going out to dinner. No shock there that they canceled my favorite holiday. Whatever, I probably had a better time with my frozen tv dinner that I got for a dollar at Giant anyway. I know, I'm super cool!
Anyway, it's not like other people didn't offer me there homes. But I felt intrusive on other people's families. Even one of my night workers told me to come to her house, but I felt like that would have depressed me more, especially at the holidays. Oh well, holidays were made to be disappointing. I'm hoping to not be around for Christmas. I really am.
So anyway, I was at work on Friday, low and behold I get a phone call from my sister. She called me at work to tell me my Aunt died. Why she had to call when I was taking my break, I don't know.
Anyway, I guess I was expecting it, she had cancer. My sister had said she was in a hospice anyway. I'm just a tad angry that no one but my sister would tell me this. But I'm also not surprised. As is I do not exist, so whatever. I don't know when the funeral is. I don't know if there will be one. I don't know if I'm even welcome to go.
Happy holidays.
On a happy note for this entry, we had cake at work on Thursday. We all pitched in and got one of the evening co-workers a cake, card, and little gift. I think he really liked it. It was fun and the 3 women and I sang Happy B-day (way off tune), then glenn played us 2 songs (he's a musician other than working in the evenings). It was fun to just sit and chill with them. We laughed and they explained to me who Paul Simon was, lol, I'm the youngin'. Then the bossman let me go home at 8:30 with pay til 9pm since it's the holiday. Good deal I say.
Thanksgiving (wait, we had a holiday?) wasn't all that great. I had a frozen tv dinner alone in my bedroom. Then I had cocktail hour(s) which consisted of diet grapefruit soda & too much raspberry vodka. Then I thought it would be a good idea to drink my peach schnapps straight. I'm just full of good ideas. Needless to say I fell into my own wall and passed out at 9:30 while trying to watch Finding Nemo. Needless to say a tad bit hungover the next day. Thank god for cwackers. My dad had mentioned the other weekend that my parents were going out to dinner. No shock there that they canceled my favorite holiday. Whatever, I probably had a better time with my frozen tv dinner that I got for a dollar at Giant anyway. I know, I'm super cool!
Anyway, it's not like other people didn't offer me there homes. But I felt intrusive on other people's families. Even one of my night workers told me to come to her house, but I felt like that would have depressed me more, especially at the holidays. Oh well, holidays were made to be disappointing. I'm hoping to not be around for Christmas. I really am.
So anyway, I was at work on Friday, low and behold I get a phone call from my sister. She called me at work to tell me my Aunt died. Why she had to call when I was taking my break, I don't know.
Anyway, I guess I was expecting it, she had cancer. My sister had said she was in a hospice anyway. I'm just a tad angry that no one but my sister would tell me this. But I'm also not surprised. As is I do not exist, so whatever. I don't know when the funeral is. I don't know if there will be one. I don't know if I'm even welcome to go.
Happy holidays.
On a happy note for this entry, we had cake at work on Thursday. We all pitched in and got one of the evening co-workers a cake, card, and little gift. I think he really liked it. It was fun and the 3 women and I sang Happy B-day (way off tune), then glenn played us 2 songs (he's a musician other than working in the evenings). It was fun to just sit and chill with them. We laughed and they explained to me who Paul Simon was, lol, I'm the youngin'. Then the bossman let me go home at 8:30 with pay til 9pm since it's the holiday. Good deal I say.