I don't hate Christmas. I actually love it. Except that right after it, is one of the worst fucking times of your life. It is often known as the month of January. The month of January is freaking long and depressing and filled with so much uncertainty, that goes as far-reaching as the weather. Needless to say that you are broke, and unsure of how to live up to the new year, trying to get a feel for it, and just then, Valentine's rolls around, which, is bad, not totally worse, it gets worse, when Lenten season rolls around. That is the most depressing, downcast period of all. All this occurs right when you are getting over Xmas - the jingle bells, the bright lights, the prettiness and the gaudy sweaters. After all that, comes the depression and adulthood angst.
The last week of December is also not a very good time to be at work, that's why I am rather excited that we get to take that week off work this time around. The last week as in 27th, 28th, and 28th. No one can get anything done, but apparently so many people try to, and it's inconclusive because no one's around and you are fishing around for people, documents, returned phone calls. You wonder, for once why can't I be the one who gets to leave . WEll, this time I am. And I don't know what to do with it.
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