Oh, Christmas...
I normally love Christmas, but this year, I just want to get it over with.
I've been horribly busy in the time leading up to Christmas, as I'm sure many others have been as well. I got my Christmas baking and chocolates done, but am just working on the painting for my parents right now. Siiigh. I ended up trashing my original final portfolio script three days before it was due and completely rewriting it with a new angle and plot. I handed it in last night and was so much more happy with it than the original. But it was horrible timing. I had to throw everything Christmas related into the back seat, so to speak. I think the stress really wore me out. The day after I handed in my script, I woke up feeling like crap. I think I'm been putting this cold off out of pure determination. Puuuhhhh.
As far as work goes, I sort of want to shoot myself. I'm so tired of people coming in to the store and demanding their product at that very moment. When I try to explain to them that we run a first come first serve business and have a 2+ hour wait, they flip their shit and throw a fit. I've started walking away from customers as soon as they start this. My new announcement is "Oh well, Christmas" instead of the long winded explanation I normally give. If you want something done immediately, then don't come in two days before Christmas. That's just stupid.
I've gotten far too many "are you even qualified for this job"s in these past few days than I'm happy with.
However, a man gave me two dollars today and told me that I should take a break and buy a coffee on him. It was so sweet. It really brightened my day. It's funny how that works. Every time I get overly stressed at work, someone comes in and just completely turns my day around. It's one thing that I really love about my job, despite it's many let downs.
Oh well. One more day left at work (and a five hour shift at that, yessss) and then I head back home for a five day vacation... and then to Christmas dinner where my overly Catholic relatives will explain to me that I am going to hell for my horrible Heathenism.
Bring it on Christmas, I am so not ready for you.
I've been horribly busy in the time leading up to Christmas, as I'm sure many others have been as well. I got my Christmas baking and chocolates done, but am just working on the painting for my parents right now. Siiigh. I ended up trashing my original final portfolio script three days before it was due and completely rewriting it with a new angle and plot. I handed it in last night and was so much more happy with it than the original. But it was horrible timing. I had to throw everything Christmas related into the back seat, so to speak. I think the stress really wore me out. The day after I handed in my script, I woke up feeling like crap. I think I'm been putting this cold off out of pure determination. Puuuhhhh.
As far as work goes, I sort of want to shoot myself. I'm so tired of people coming in to the store and demanding their product at that very moment. When I try to explain to them that we run a first come first serve business and have a 2+ hour wait, they flip their shit and throw a fit. I've started walking away from customers as soon as they start this. My new announcement is "Oh well, Christmas" instead of the long winded explanation I normally give. If you want something done immediately, then don't come in two days before Christmas. That's just stupid.
I've gotten far too many "are you even qualified for this job"s in these past few days than I'm happy with.
However, a man gave me two dollars today and told me that I should take a break and buy a coffee on him. It was so sweet. It really brightened my day. It's funny how that works. Every time I get overly stressed at work, someone comes in and just completely turns my day around. It's one thing that I really love about my job, despite it's many let downs.
Oh well. One more day left at work (and a five hour shift at that, yessss) and then I head back home for a five day vacation... and then to Christmas dinner where my overly Catholic relatives will explain to me that I am going to hell for my horrible Heathenism.
Bring it on Christmas, I am so not ready for you.