Happy Hogswatch, Happy Christmas, Happy Saturnalia, Happy whatever you celebrate, Happy Day.
Christmas is a day where I am peopled out and don’t want to see someone face-to-face. It’s not because I don’t want to see people, it’s just…I have had to deal with so many people on Christmas Eve that I don’t want to physically be around anyone the next day.
Granted, I’m no longer a front-end manager. Pushing customer to hurry up, ring them out, and pull all the money out of the registers before the money-machine shuts down for the holiday (it’s a weird Corporate decision). I’m no longer a front-end manager having to deal with telling people that the store is closing in 10 minutes at the front door.
I was walking around looking for my ASM (assistant store manager) and had another manager tell me “please hurry up in your department so you can help me do returns.” I had to tell him I was scheduled to work til 4, but I’m here trying to help out. He went “noooo” and did a sad face.
Why was I working over? Well, Stoner Them (of the 3 Thems–Stoner Them, Other Them, and Girl Them–the three…coworkers who are putzes (can putz be like this? fuck it, putzes is a multiple, I wrote it, therefore it works)) decided…2 or 3 days before Christmas Eve that he was going to call out because, and I quote:
“I’m going to spend time with my grandparents. I only have a limited amount of Christmas Eves before they die and family is more important.”
I told Ajax (my department manager) about it and he got so aggravated. I told him I would stay til at least 6 to help out. 2 days before Christmas Eve, another coworker (he’s adorable yet frustrating) stated that he couldn’t work his schedule. He had to be out by 1.30. He was scheduled to work 12 to 7…that’s an hour and a half of work. He was told to come in at 7.
Stoner Them wound up quitting the day before Christmas Eve, which has thrown everyone for a loop scheduling wise. We’re a small bunch of people, some trying to be a team and some that are just…there.
I spent time running around trying to do everything with Coworker K and S as well as working around grumpy new coworker and guy coworker (kind of a new guy, he was here 3 weeks before we got 2 more people). Grumpy new coworker spent the entire time complaining about how they didn’t want to be there, this is fucking bullshit, fuck this, etc.
I had told them my personal goal was to have us out by 6. They flipped going:
“If we’re supposed to be done by 6, why they ax me to be here til 6.30. Why I gotta be here til 6.30?”
Sigh. They couldn’t understand that the ASM wanted everything done by 6.30 and my goal was to beat that timeframe. I was out a little after 6 with them only having to do the last 2 things (sweep/
Jamie’s mom brought us food, which was awesome. We’ve been snacking on it off and on since we got home. I called mom (my yearly “I love you, but I’m not coming to see you. If you feel up to coming to see me, that is awesome because I miss you. Please tell Granma happy christmas, I’m not coming up because I am tired and there are people there.” she finds the whole thing hilarious). I told her we were heading home instead of stopping by her house–she was fully understanding. So, mom will be making dad drive up here so we can see each other after she makes him take her to granma’s (I find it hilarious, but she can’t drive any longer)
I feel like I’m running on fumes. We got up at 2am yesterday morning and didn’t stop until we went to take a nap at about 7.30 last night. The alarm went off at 12 and 1, and the 2am one was the one that got us up. I feel like I haven’t slept, my ankles feel like they’ve got weights wrapped around them. The kitchen is nice and clean (until Hobbes does something–he can open the oven now. wtf dog). My craft room is decent, the office looks good, and the living room is decent enough to have guests.
The laundry continues. The basement smells weird, but it’s mainly from where the washer is off kilter. I feel like if I take a nap, I won’t wake up until morning
+ I’m working on a shawl I started a couple of months ago. I keep looking at my yarn stash and I want to do something with most of them. I’m…kind of tempted to make a blanket with all the little balls of yarn and use the S-loom I have. I could get a lot of little yarn balls out of my craft room. I find the shawl to be fucking ugly, but I’m sure someone will like it.
I decided I’m going to give the sparkly brown/tan shawl to mom. It makes me think of Beauty and the Beast and I think she’ll enjoy it. It’s soft and not scratchy, so it may work for her . I have to be careful what yarn I use for her. It’s not like she’s allergic to wool or whatever (which sucks and I feel terrible for anyone who is allergic to things in yarn and other fabrics), but it’s like she gets super itchy with some of them.
She wanted me to make her a Doctor Who scarf a couple years ago and she wears it almost all the time now.
+ I’m working my way through William Dalphin’s book, making notes and everything, because he asked for reviews on GoodReads. Normally, I can read fairly fast and get a book like this done in a couple of nights. But, he asked for a review and I want to do a nice, comprehensive review. So, every story has a basic note to it. I figure if it doesn’t go through on GoodReads, I’ll do the review here. I plan on adding all kinds of links with it.
+ I’m currently not writing (working through William Dalphin’s book, working overtime, etc), but I don’t know what I’m going to tinker around with next. The “Weird Grandpa” story is currently on hold because I don’t know what happens next (it’s a great motivator, but sometimes you need to step away from it)
+ I’m still waiting on a rejection from the slush pile that I submitted a story to. It’s been a month, but I don’t want to email just now asking if anyone’s gotten to my story yet. I figure I submitted to a pile that’s at least 1,000 or more ideas. That shit takes time to get to, so no worries.
I figure, if it gets rejected from them, I’m submitting it to Apex or Shimmer (I don’t know if Uncanny is accepting submissions right now). And then, if it gets rejected from them, I’m just going to throw it up here and leave it there.
A friend of mine told me of a story idea she had and told me I had to write it. It’s a horror-based idea, and she doesn’t really write horror. She’s more…erotica than anything.
I have approximately 70 more rows on this shawl to be done. I should really work on the “Weird Grandpa” story, or even the “Yellow Sign” one that I began whenever ago.