December 21, 2007
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Christmas Vacation Eve
It’s 4:15 and I leave work at 4:30. I didn’t take a lunch break today, so I can ethically burn a bit of time Xanging. I feel incredibly fortunate this Christmas, in large part because at this moment I am happy to be here. In a little while I will go home and that will be nice, but I’m not crawling out of my skin to get out of here. I like it here. Everyone is in a good Christmassy mood, and today I’m doing necessary and valuable things. (Primarily some year-end filing and purging.)
I barely remember the days surrounding Christmas last year. All I know is I still didn’t have all the tools I needed at work, I hadn’t received a raise yet, and the work was rough, and often out in the winter cold. None of my bosses cared much that it was Christmas, and they certainly didn’t do anything to show us they appreciated us at that time of year. Oh, wait, that’s right: we had a “Christmas party,” which involved pizza after we clocked out at the end of the day, with our boss’ family joining us to stand around in awkward silence eating pizza and drinking soda.
I work the day after Christmas, Wednesday through Friday. And I’m actually looking forward to it. A little normalcy amidst the craziness of family visits for Christmas. Both Tom and Cheryl are on vacation those three days, and I plan to spend that time taking care of a big pile of old files I have removed from Tom’s office. In early 2008 we’re reorganizing their offices.
I’m making the corn pudding for the Christmas dinner Sunday evening. I have a feeling that dinner is going to be something else. I can’t wait.
