Found the show 'Luther' on Netflix. It's fucking awesome. Fans of 'The Wire' will recognize Stringer Bell.
I'm having one of those 'stare too long into the abyss' type mornings. Cognac really isn't a weeknight drink. Also, I'm temporarily burned out on bourbon, dark and spiced rum, vodka, and cognac, leaving me with a small number of options for the Steel Panther concert tonight and my sort-of-but-not-really-birthday/going-away-drinks tomorrow. Woe is me.
I am having trouble getting into this holiday. Working retail is always draining, but usually I will work almost every day during Christmas. This year, I'm just not feeling it. Business is slower all around, and instead of working with people who need to find the right gift and making their day, I just seem to be dealing with douchebags more often than not. I'm starting to realize that if I keep going like this, I'm just going to be chasing commission checks and missing out on having fun and taking time to enjoy the good things.
I'm almost to the point of swearing off Christmas for good. Thought about calling up my family and just telling them I'm done with Christmas - don't get me any gifts, don't expect me to come to a family get-together, just pretend as far as I'm concerned it's just any other day.
Six months ago I was pulled over and given a ticket for texting. I was putting an address in my phone's GPS at a red light. I was planning on fighting it instead of accepting the fine and points and went to my court date. After 5 hours in traffic court, realizing this was only the arraignment, and I'd have to go through all this again in a couple weeks told me this wasn't worth the $150 fine and 2 points on my license. I paid the ticket. Fast forward to Thanksgiving weekend and get pulled over the in the most dangerous city in America, being told your license was suspended for unpaid texting ticket (because I wrote a check which they don't accept but never returned)and almost going to jail tells me I should've just paid the ticket. Fast forward to today, attorney and fees will be over $1,500 all for a ticket originating of $150. Sometimes it pays not to take a stand.
I've gotten back into it more now I have a kid. I also get eleven days off over the holidays that makes me happy. Christmas means substance and us who abuse it. That's what matters on here, that's how this thread originally made this board. That was one silly little shitstorm.
I started down this path this year. I told my family that if they really wanted to get me a gift (and yes, I'm getting them gifts), I would like them to donate to a couple of charities. I told them $5, $10, $1.83, whatever - I don't care about amount. I'm good. I have more stuff than I use now, so I decided what I really wanted was to help out some animals by having them donate to a couple of animal shelters/charities. And if they don't? That's fine too. I don't need stuff. I would like my holidays to get back to what really matters to me: hanging out with family, friends, and being grateful for having way more in this life than I deserve. It works for me.
Working retail during Christmas pretty much forces you to remove the family stuff from the equation. I can't see my family at all, since they're all ten hours away, and I only have the day of Christmas off. Spoilered for work-related bullshit Spoiler Also, I think this year is more aggravating, because I'm being hounded to keep sales numbers up, beat last year's numbers...and it's just slower. The company I work for has been around for almost 100 years, it's not like they haven't gone through a recession. But one of the higher-ups keeps implying that jobs are on the line, while also telling me that a promotion might be in the works. Add to that, last year, we had an employee who willingly worked bell to bell, and now I'm trying to beat those numbers, and that employee quit four months ago. And I'll be damned if I'm going to work open to close every day. I just can't do it, I actually have a life outside of the store.
I don't know why I decided to crack this bottle of Jameson, it's not going to lead anywhere good on a Wednesday night. I also don't know why I let myself get talked into going to a Christmas party this weekend with coworkers when I already had way better plans in the works. Cheers to a day/night of poor decisions.
We all published a book, then we took the entire advance money sum and bought crack with it. Sorry, bro.
You see what happens when daddy disappears and leaves big brother and big sister in charge? I just figured you "went out for cigarettes."
I have always been a night owl, adore sex and absolutely LOVE drugs. I think at least AlmostGaunt and Pimp Mama T own that trinity as well.