Endings
It always feels like the winter solstice and the lengthening of the days should mean the end of winter, not the beginning.
I get a lot of sympathetic head tilts when I mention working on Christmas Eve or the days between Christmas and New Year. I think some judge the adultiness of a job by things like not going to work for two weeks at the end of the year. I appear to have the job of a real adult, so nobody thinks that maybe I’d rather save my vacation time for summer when it’s nice outside. In all honesty, I love this week at work. It’s so quiet. The expectations are low. I can wear jeans and eat leftovers and nobody asks me for things, unless it’s to eat this piece of cake. This is the week when I organize my office or rearrange the file room.
Someone said I needed to update my blog. I’m guessing they meant with actual new content, not just republishing random satire.
Here’s a bit of satire that I originally published last year over at Sammiches and Psych Meds.
Happy All-Inclusive Holidays!