…I really do!
I’m shattered, my feet hurt, and my pocket is in ashes. I’ve spent the day going from personal extremes of too hot to too cold, and not once has anyone offered me some sort of good cheer! (By that I mean free booze, of course.)
I don’t get why we do this, I really don’t – we hold so much expectation over one day, there’s a huge build-up where we complain and moan insisting that ‘this year’ we aren’t going to get involved. We’re going to keep it small and not worry ourselves over it. But then inevitably comes the final week before, and it indubitably ensconces the final few of us in the activity of desperate gift-buying and plan-making and vocalised-distaste in contrary to our actions.
And it’s expensive, in more than one way – we expect each other to spend more, AND earn less (for those of us who work shifts anyway). This year is especially worse, since I only get shifts working in a shop on a Saturday at the moment, and the Christmas and New Year bank holidays both land this year on – guess which day … Saturday!
Self-interested circumstantial self-pity aside, I really feel we place to much emphasis on the preparation and expectations attached to it being about “giving and/not/or/whatever receiving” and ignore what is really important: Christmas Diner!
Anyway, my feet hurt, and I’ve still yet to get home!
