not dead (or moved) yet
I survived Thanksgiving. Considering it included a family gathering and working retail, I feel pretty bad-ass about it.
Although we moved several large items into the house, a last-minute plumbing issue combined with the fact the plumber spent the week deer-hunting means the house is still not ready. I spent the week sleeping on the sofa in the den but at least I had ready access to a shower and indoor plumbing.
Working at S-Mart was okay, even counting the guy who threatened to sue me because we ran out of the cheap ugly "diamond" earrings which were a Black Friday doorbuster. I couldn't create a rain check for him, because the ad stated "while supplies last." That wasn't the part that got me targeted in the lawsuit, however; it was after I refused to give him my last name that he added me as a defendant.
I still don't follow the logic: I'm working retail for minimum wage. It's 6:05 am on Black Friday and I've been up since 4:00. How can you make my life worse? You could sue me for my net worth, dude, or I could give you the buck forty in my purse -- end result is about the same.
On the plus side in the retail realm, I sold five of the ugliest rings ever created, all at once. We sell a stainless steel ring shaped (kind of) like a skull. It's huge and hideous, and would best accessorize a t-shirt with moons and wolves. I sold our entire stock to a woman who planned to give them to her grandsons. I can only assume the rest of their stockings would be filled with Skoal, bandannas in their colors, and maybe a little home-cooked meth.
On the family side, it was awesome to see my nieces and I really enjoyed it. Overall the celebration felt off, though. We didn't play some of our traditional family games, and those we did play seemed less intense than in years past. "Marathon Drinking Until Someone Gets Hurt" isn't the same without my Drunkle Rick, and although my niece and her boyfriend engaged in some spirited rounds of "Breaking Up in Front of the Family," I mostly felt disappointed it wasn't her sister playing against her husband, Jug-ears. Then I made a particularly poor showing in "Take Kirsten Down A Peg."
TKDAP is based on the axiom that I am a crybaby who can't take criticism. The rules are simple: criticize me until I cry. I was so tired I cracked on Friday afternoon, a mere two days in. My record is lasting until New Year's Eve before having a massive breakdown, so choking this early in the game was disappointing to all participants.
Now I have two more weeks of class, a week of finals, and 25 more days of retail until that fat bastard Santa puts us out of our misery. Sometime during all of that I'll finish moving. Anyone want to join me in my massive breakdown? I'll give you a head start.
Although we moved several large items into the house, a last-minute plumbing issue combined with the fact the plumber spent the week deer-hunting means the house is still not ready. I spent the week sleeping on the sofa in the den but at least I had ready access to a shower and indoor plumbing.
Working at S-Mart was okay, even counting the guy who threatened to sue me because we ran out of the cheap ugly "diamond" earrings which were a Black Friday doorbuster. I couldn't create a rain check for him, because the ad stated "while supplies last." That wasn't the part that got me targeted in the lawsuit, however; it was after I refused to give him my last name that he added me as a defendant.
I still don't follow the logic: I'm working retail for minimum wage. It's 6:05 am on Black Friday and I've been up since 4:00. How can you make my life worse? You could sue me for my net worth, dude, or I could give you the buck forty in my purse -- end result is about the same.
On the plus side in the retail realm, I sold five of the ugliest rings ever created, all at once. We sell a stainless steel ring shaped (kind of) like a skull. It's huge and hideous, and would best accessorize a t-shirt with moons and wolves. I sold our entire stock to a woman who planned to give them to her grandsons. I can only assume the rest of their stockings would be filled with Skoal, bandannas in their colors, and maybe a little home-cooked meth.
On the family side, it was awesome to see my nieces and I really enjoyed it. Overall the celebration felt off, though. We didn't play some of our traditional family games, and those we did play seemed less intense than in years past. "Marathon Drinking Until Someone Gets Hurt" isn't the same without my Drunkle Rick, and although my niece and her boyfriend engaged in some spirited rounds of "Breaking Up in Front of the Family," I mostly felt disappointed it wasn't her sister playing against her husband, Jug-ears. Then I made a particularly poor showing in "Take Kirsten Down A Peg."
TKDAP is based on the axiom that I am a crybaby who can't take criticism. The rules are simple: criticize me until I cry. I was so tired I cracked on Friday afternoon, a mere two days in. My record is lasting until New Year's Eve before having a massive breakdown, so choking this early in the game was disappointing to all participants.
Now I have two more weeks of class, a week of finals, and 25 more days of retail until that fat bastard Santa puts us out of our misery. Sometime during all of that I'll finish moving. Anyone want to join me in my massive breakdown? I'll give you a head start.