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Christmas discombobulation
Dec. 23rd, 2007 03:23 pmI feel rather discombobulated this Christmas season. I've not done any of the usual things that make it "feel like Christmas." I've not been at a theater to work any Christmas shows or concerts. My retail schedule prevented me from attending any concerts, either. I'm not involved in a Christmas drama. There's no snow on the ground. And the church we're attending is not going to have a Christmas Eve service. It's all very . . . weird.
However! Before I go further with my ponderings, I will update you all that my dad got a defibrillator and is home from the hospital! Yippee!!! That's really the only Christmas we need.
Now, on to weird, possibly melancholy ( thinky-things )
In other news, I had my last day at The Cameleer yesterday. It worked out rather nicely. I went to the owner to wish her a Merry Christmas before leaving, and she said, "This is your last day, right?" And I said, "My last day for 2007." Then she told me that she hadn't planned on putting me on the schedule in January. We agreed that it made far more sense for this to be my last day rather than try to work me in for only a half dozen days in January. She told me, too, "You can still come visit." I plan to.
Interestingly enough, I actually, consciously felt good this morning. And someone at church told me I looked good, relaxed. I didn't realize working two jobs with no real days off a week was visible in my demeanor.
However! Before I go further with my ponderings, I will update you all that my dad got a defibrillator and is home from the hospital! Yippee!!! That's really the only Christmas we need.
Now, on to weird, possibly melancholy ( thinky-things )
In other news, I had my last day at The Cameleer yesterday. It worked out rather nicely. I went to the owner to wish her a Merry Christmas before leaving, and she said, "This is your last day, right?" And I said, "My last day for 2007." Then she told me that she hadn't planned on putting me on the schedule in January. We agreed that it made far more sense for this to be my last day rather than try to work me in for only a half dozen days in January. She told me, too, "You can still come visit." I plan to.
Interestingly enough, I actually, consciously felt good this morning. And someone at church told me I looked good, relaxed. I didn't realize working two jobs with no real days off a week was visible in my demeanor.
