Cookies - This is probably one of the best aspects of Christmas there is. Everywhere you go, people are offering you cookies and making cookies for you. It’s gotta suck for people trying to watch their weight because they can’t escape the endless torture that this cookie making holiday hell imposes upon them. But for the rest of us, eat on! A
Presents - Well, this is a two-edged sword. Unless you don’t care what other people think of your gifts or of what you get. I think it’s cool to get a nice gift every once in a while, but I think I stress out too much around the holidays about whether or not my Aunt is going to appreciate thoroughly the Espresso machine made in the shape of Paul Reiser’s head. And it turns out that grandma doesn’t listen to gangsta rap anymore either. And God forbid you forget anybody. But it is cool getting shit you want but wouldn’t pay for. B+
Vacation Time - This is the single greatest thing about this holiday. Everybody has off. Schools and all other businesses. Schools are lucky enough to have off the entire week between Christmas and New Years. That’s an awesome break to relieve some tension between summers. The students do however, have to worry about finals all the way up until the actual holiday on occasion. But if you’re lucky enough to work at a college, you get the best of both worlds. A+
Family - Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing my family get together, and the kids are great. But on the flip side, I get “So, are you seeing anybody? Why not? Is something the wrong with you? What ever happened to old what’s her name? I know somebody you’d like.” No you don’t, grandma. And even if you did, it doesn’t work that way anymore. We have no cattle to trade her family. And I don’t have a farm that would require a child to plow it anyway. But I can handle that. It’s when they lapse back into “So, when are you getting a real job? Did your parents bust their ass so you could become a flag football referee?” that I can’t stand. I’m sure they’re interested, but nothing’s going on and I’d rather not talk about it. But you can’t say that to them or it’s considered rude, or so I found out on Thanksgiving 98. B
One of my secretaries (I have several) was telling us today how her dog chased her cat up into her tree. We thought this was moderately amusing until she mentioned it was her Christmas tree. That’s really funny. I can picture ornaments flying off, tinsel getting stuck all over the cat’s fur and in its paws. She didn’t have to call the fire dept thankfully, but between the pine needles and the unhappy bitch cat, she required 13 stitches. Anyway, she was telling this story to my boss and myself, among others, to which my boss replied…
“That’s why I don’t have a cat. Or a dog. Or a tree.”
-Boss Man G.
Of course, he’s Jewish. That event would likely start a 3 alarm fire in his house.
Going home for Christmas,
Still Standing Right Here…