Missive from the basement

I’ve chosen to work in retail for a variety of reasons. For one, I despise boredom while working. (I’m looking at you, Credit Union.) For another, I like being physically active at work and I like that each day is different, while also following a general pattern. I like working with a variety of people who are different ages and from different backgrounds.

But this week, this week of shopping madness, has worn me down. I worked Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, spent most of the day Thursday cooking and then back to work Friday and Saturday. I literally took a bath last night at 6 PM and then went to bed at 7 PM.

I was tired when I woke up.

I need to take some time off, hopefully after Christmas. But tomorrow is freight day, so I’ll be working from 8 AM to 6 PM.

My four kids, my mom and one sister joined us for Thanksgiving dinner. We had a peaceful day. No one cried. It’s possible there are still leftovers in the fridge but I am too tired to care and too tired to check.

I’m uninspired to decorate but have promised myself that I will create Christmas magic on Friday, my day off this week. I don’t have that many decorations anymore thanks to moving three times in four years. (Moving: Do not recommend. Even though we’ve been in this particular house since March, there are still areas of disarray and confusion. I don’t know what I’ve jettisoned or what I’ve just lost. For instance, where is my purple down jacket?)

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(I’m only writing this because I had to come to the basement to pay some bills because I cleaned off the kitchen counter pre-Thanksgiving and put the bills down here and since I was here, here I am.)

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While at work recently, I heard a woman say this to her child about a coloring book: “No, that’s about Jesus and he’s not really our vibe.”

I guess she’s not really into the True Meaning of Christmas.

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See you later, alligator.