It's beginning to look a lot like...oh *$%# it.
Christmas really managed to sneak up on me this year. I don't think I even noticed until about the time people started handing me mail keys on their way out of the state. I was lucky enough to remember to take the days off--yes, BW3s is open 365 days a year--more than Wal-Mart.
I pretended yesterday was my last day there. Ever. Not just a two week break. I made myself believe that in the next week I would find some kind of "real" job. I even had an interview yesterday. Too many errors with the first keyboarding test. HR man wanted me to take it over. Sixty words, no errors. Even the secretary was impressed. Though he told me to try out other positions in sub companies, he did offer me a job. I was almost tempted to take the $7/hour. Benefits and vacation days. A desk. A computer. More data-entry than I ever wanted. I had to bite my lip nearly through to keep from crying in that office. Seven dollars. People at McDonalds make more than that.
But back to Christmas. Last year I was on top of things. Decorations. Presents. Cookies, cookies, cookies. This year I managed one batch of Spritz for the Panko party (You know, the one that NONE of you went to--Smith discounted.) The boy promised single, elderly relatives repeats from last year. I'm trying to muster the energy to sift flour, mix dough.
Presents were hard this year. My oldest brother decided that, since we were all feeling financial crunches, we should make presents. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Still kind of does considering I have zero dollars. Popcorn bowls made from old records bought at the Salvation Army? Check. French bulletin board for Mom? Check. Too many whatever-in-a-jar recipes? Check. Leftover miscellaneous tools in a bag for the other brother? Check. The boy's dad was easy--new underwear and t-shirts. His are worn through (Unfortunately, I know this is fact).
Our sad, hand-me-down tree has one strand of lights and two boxes of silver balls (and a Yoda doll somehow found its way to the top). It's really pitiful. Hopefully we can pick up a few things for next year with after X-mas shopping.
Eh.
I pretended yesterday was my last day there. Ever. Not just a two week break. I made myself believe that in the next week I would find some kind of "real" job. I even had an interview yesterday. Too many errors with the first keyboarding test. HR man wanted me to take it over. Sixty words, no errors. Even the secretary was impressed. Though he told me to try out other positions in sub companies, he did offer me a job. I was almost tempted to take the $7/hour. Benefits and vacation days. A desk. A computer. More data-entry than I ever wanted. I had to bite my lip nearly through to keep from crying in that office. Seven dollars. People at McDonalds make more than that.
But back to Christmas. Last year I was on top of things. Decorations. Presents. Cookies, cookies, cookies. This year I managed one batch of Spritz for the Panko party (You know, the one that NONE of you went to--Smith discounted.) The boy promised single, elderly relatives repeats from last year. I'm trying to muster the energy to sift flour, mix dough.
Presents were hard this year. My oldest brother decided that, since we were all feeling financial crunches, we should make presents. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Still kind of does considering I have zero dollars. Popcorn bowls made from old records bought at the Salvation Army? Check. French bulletin board for Mom? Check. Too many whatever-in-a-jar recipes? Check. Leftover miscellaneous tools in a bag for the other brother? Check. The boy's dad was easy--new underwear and t-shirts. His are worn through (Unfortunately, I know this is fact).
Our sad, hand-me-down tree has one strand of lights and two boxes of silver balls (and a Yoda doll somehow found its way to the top). It's really pitiful. Hopefully we can pick up a few things for next year with after X-mas shopping.
Eh.
posted by KC in Katoland at 12:54 PM
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