It's taken a few years, but I've finally realized I really don't like the holidays. Everyone at work tries to cram in all the maintenance stuff they've been ignoring for the past few months and I get a lot of the busywork fallout, which are work orders that I make very little money doing and waste a lot of my day so I can't plan anything. Today, for instance, I stood around for two hours waiting for someone to replace a bathroom door which should have been replaced yesterday so I could paint it, and this caused me to be late to another work order I had scheduled. I made zero dollars during those two hours, but on the plus side I had an awesome daydream about making a canoe out of a maintenance dude's skin and forcing the skinned maintenance dude to row his own skinboat down the river.
People I barely tolerate suddenly want to organize "get-togethers," and I'd feel like a giant dickhead if I were the only one who didn't show so I feel obligated to be in the same room with them all at once. Which would be great if I were planning on firebombing the room and feasting on the charred flesh of my tormentors, but I guess I'll just eat a fucking Christmas cupcake and sip on a shitty generic soda and keep pretending to be interested instead.
And everyone in my family is pretty old now, so I have to think about "this might be _____'s last Christmas" a lot. I like my family for the most part, so this is just a huge reminder of everyone's mortality.
There's a lot more I've recently discovered I hate about this time of the year, but I've already lost interest in typing. Fuck Christmas. I'll stick with Halloween. Candy + horror movies + the chance you might see a costumed fistfight break out if you're downtown. That's the most wonderful time of the year.
