I work the next four days. 
Me too...
I mean, it's not really too bad. I mean, sure, its busy, and you get the fucktards that somehow make their way into a fucking book store, but it's not too horrible. It goes by really fast luckily, since I'm always doing something nowadays. Holidays aren't too bad, honestly. I can deal.
I'd just rather not work on Christmas Eve. It's my mom's birthday, and we were gonna do something for her.