I have all my holiday shopping done. All. Of. It. And we did great this year. I’m really happy with what was bought. So ok, it may have involved a trip to Walmart, which is where devil spawn are born, but well, it couldn’t be helped. We were at the point where we just wanted to go to one store that had it all and at a price, we could afford. Which is the company I work for in a nutshell, but we had already bought everything for there we were interested in and there were a few things they didn’t have. So Walmart. *sigh*
My hatred of Walmart goes way back. The business class I started didn’t help matters much.
But yes, everything is bought.
Even more surprisingly, everything is wrapped. I’m normally a December 24th late night wrapper myself, but this year I just wanted it done. I think I already confessed my mom did my wrapping. But I take that back. I bought more and wrapped it myself.
I’m still on fast lanes which is getting on my last nerve. I use to love fast lanes. I mean love love love fast lanes. But right now I’d give about anything to run a regular lane. I’m just burned out. It’s one part overload and one part holiday season. We are busy all day every day and there are a lot of people going through the fast lane. And the majority of them, don’t know what they are doing. And I’ll be the first to admit every now and then the machines do act up. But most of that shit is user error. And then you have to listen to them bitch that the machine doesn’t work, it never works, it never will work. And one of these days I’m going to get fired for explaining to a customer exactly why it doesn’t work. But for now I bite my tongue and agree with the customer that is always right. Regular lane is easier because the user, the cashier, does this for 20, 30, 40 hours a week and for the most part knows what they are doing. It’s just very taxing on the right arm and it just so happens my right arm is all sorts of jacked up.
It isn’t definite but it looks like I might have New Year’s Day off work. Which would be kind of cool. I can stay up late with my husband and not have to worry about getting to work the next morning. Normally I’m the anti-holiday. But as long as Pat doesn’t make a big production out of it, I should be fine. The alternative is going to bed at my bedtime and sleeping through midnight. I could see that working too.
Good God I’m tired.