*sohurryupandgethere*
*Dear Christmas:
Hi…it’s Linds. Umm i was just wondering if you could hurry up and get here already. I can’t say i hate christmas because i don’t but i definitely hate the weeks and days leading up to it. Okay…so working late…whatever…but when you’re one of the only ones who does it…its sucks. And by the way you holiday, sometimes you tend to put people in really terrible moods when they don’t get what they want and i don’t like being yelled at for not putting in enough chicken in the ZITIIIIII broccoli and chicken. fuck off. okay…so i had one day off this week, awesome right? well this one day off doesn’t really count because i’m putting in overtime anyway. so the process leading up to you…well, shopping sucks and i hate…whatever i seemed to get done pretty early this year. and then there’s the fact that i had to put the entire christmas eve oliva’s book into alphabetical order. not a big deal you say? then i won’t explain to you why it took me three hours. and then there’s the traffic. GO AWAY. and the fucking idiot drivers who think they can scammm their way out of the traffic…yeah guess what that doesn’t really work too well. so today, the boss sends me on an errand all the way across town. cool…i can smoke a butt or two. WELL i could have smoked a whole god damn pack. it took me about an hour to make that trip and the place i was going to was CLOSED. FUCK YOU budget print...why did you move again. okay, so then the boss sends me to do her christmas shopping down at mac med. and she truly believed that because there was so much traffic that i should walk there. OK no only walk there but drag my ass down to Lincoln Drugs to make 100 copies of some gift shop shit. so i’m walking down the street, things are great, really nice day. and first off i’m pretty much a townie and second, i was wearing an oliva’s shirt. 50 people must have honked waved or yelled my name…or the word slut (yeah fuck you too). so i see ray after seeing uncle willie and george tuttle and he offers me a ride on my way back from Lincoln and i’m like fuck yes. so i make my 100 copies and i leave and i’m looking and looking, STILL looking and i can’t find ray. so it’s back to walking. did i mention the fact that i don’t walk anywhere ever?? and i smoke…so that sucks. so i’m walking and i get all my boss’ snazzy little mac med gift cards. and i’m walking walking and oh HEY there’s 20 more people that i know and thank god for johnny roselli because after some asshole honked at me…rosie gave me a ride back to the store. So i’m supposed to leaving oliva’s at three for a nice three hour break…time to do TONS of things right? absolutely wrong…after organizing everyone’s shit for about two hours i finally leave oliva’s at 3:45…not bad. so i’m practically out the door and the boss stops me again and asks me to pick up a gift card from FACEMAKERS on my way home. ON MY WAY?? facemakers is definitely on the complete opposite end of town. so i go…ya know that’s cool…smoke a few butts on the way. well what do ya know the traffic was even worse…sooooo i didn’t get home until almost five. SO here i am getting my one hour of “rest” and in about another half an hour i’ll be driving my ass back to oliva’s to spend christmas eve eve with a bunch of people that drive me crazy, working into christmas eve. i’ll probably get out around ya know one or two a.m. no big deal. then i just go grab myself a red bull from the store…i don’t think they’ll be any traffic at that time in the morning, and get ready to wake up and be at work for 7 a.m. the next day. THANK YOU CHRISTMAS…you really make me enjoy this time of year
*Regards*
-Lindsey