Stressed for the Holidays
Posted in culture on 17. Nov, 2008
My mom called me last Friday and uttered the words that strike fear into my heart every November and it stays there until New Years “So what are you doing about Thanksgiving?” Next come the questions, “Why do you have to work so late on Wednesday?” “So you want to have dinner here or in Woodville?” “Are you sure you don’t mind missing out on going to the PI with your friends?” “How long are you staying?” Of course I have no “good” answers for these.
I have to work that late because the college is open and we need the coverage. If I want time off at Christmas, I have to sacrifice. Yes, I would rather only have to drive three hours as opposed to four to Woodville. No, I don’t mind skipping out on seeing my classmates get drunk. Not to mention by the time I got off work, went home, and then drove to Woodville, it would be at least midnight and I would be exhausted. I have no idea how long I’m staying. I need to talk to my other boss to determine when he needs me to be back.
It’s summer time and with this hot and sweaty season, most people go on some type of vacation and I’m proud to say I am one of those “most people.” I am heading to 