***** Warning… rant in progress… *** Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I love Christmas. I love winter… almost as much as I love fall. And here I am… sitting at my window, trying very hard to retain the Christmas spirit.
This morning my fingers are not happy. I’ve used my Tiger Balm and my Voltaren gel, and they are still not happy. I’m going to have to resort to Napproxin shortly. This is not a huge big deal. THAT at least is something I have come to expect at random times.
I’ve been sitting here absolutely depressed, however, over my work schedule for the rest of the year. I’m not supposed to be on call at all this weekend. AT ALL. Yesterday I got a rather testy phone call asking me why I wasn’t on line because it was go live (WHO knew) for a project that I wasn’t aware I was even still responsible for. 4 hours working on THAT project on my day off (another hour or so today… yay me) PLUS I got another rather not happy call from MY project team asking me if I could log on and work for an hour or so because the person who WAS on call was TWO HOURS away from his computer.
It’s not bad when I expect it. It’s not nearly as bad when I can plan around it. Finding out that my daughter is liable to get fired for being late because no one bothered to tell me that I had to work on my weekend off… really? Thanks guys… Uber Specialness.
Starting on the 18th (The ENTIRE holiday, ironically starting the SECOND I am allowed to carry more than 10 pounds) I’m on call for all but three days through the end of the year. I’ve already been warned it’s going to be very busy and there are going to be a lot of things that have to be done. Merry Christmas. Yay me. Christmas eve and Christmas day, New Years Eve and New Years day, the entire weekend for two consecutive weekends. There are going to be two of us NOT on vacation on the Friday after Christmas. Because when people committed to what they were going to take (back in September) as vacation… they forgot what they said.
Good thing we got the Christmas lights out of the way over Thanksgiving. I’m trying so hard to keep looking forward to the rest of the Christmas season. I’m NOT working next Sunday. I don’t care if someone has to drag my cold dead body across the finish line at the Santa Hustle… I’m holding on to at least that remnant of my holiday.
I’m trying… I really am…
I’m not sure if it is the full moon making it worse, or just realizing that commitments don’t mean shit to people when there are good times to be had… but whatever it is, I have to find a way to shake off the tears and get the holiday spirit back.
A Figment Of Fitness 