Aaaaah...Sunday.
Two weeks till Hell, and I'm actually enjoying it...
After spending the last five years away from a uniformed service and in the retail industry, I have become so bitterly abhorred by the Christmas holiday that for me it is no more than a guaranteed day off. Christmas in retail is the seventh level of hell. I can recall working a Christmas season, in logistics; not even sales, so hard and for such long periods of time that I held off an illness till Christmas day, where I proceeded to collapse with a 104 degree temperature. Yeah. Good times. And it's been that way for five years. Till now.
Working at a professional job for a defense industry supplier, aka 9-5 baby! has given me so much more peace and serenity. I have not felt like a hamster in a wheel yet, and it is strange.
Today actually felt like Christmas. I promised LBG that I would take him to big buy to knock out his Christmas list, on big buy's dime, of course, but shhhh don't tell them that. It didn't end there. Next there was Target, or as the Texans say, Target, for more Christmas supplies. Then to the Christmas Store, or as the unenlightened would know it, Toys 'R Us. I haven't been inside a Toys 'R Us in years. If it hadn't been for all the hot Mamas walking around to arouse my manliness, I would have slipped straight into 6 year old mode.
Clime: How about this race track? It's cool!
LBG: C'mon man, this is for my nephews. You know, Family? It's gotta be a track that goes halfway up a wall too...
Clime: Gotcha. I'm on it....
Then it was off to NorthPark Mall, just north of SMU. NorthPark Mall is the last bastion of the Aryan Race. All rich blonde bombshells looking for or married to even richer husbands. LBG and I felt like Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper rolling through that southern town in Easy Rider. Still, Christmas trees were up, lights were on, kids were crowded around a Mall Santa, and all was good. Next came the return home and the putting up of Christmas lights on the exterior of the house. That really hit home. It's Christmas time and I am not in a state of dread. I don't have to wake up tomorrow knowing that I'll have to work like a packmule for a company that operates later and later every year to suck every last consumer dollar out of the general public. I truly think that in the next two years my former employer will stay open till midnight on Christmas eve, just to get the last buck possible.
But wait, theres more!
In keeping with Just Me 's schedule, per her advice, I needed to ask E out again on or before the 10th. Her being a female, and me being a knuckle dragging mouth breather with a penis, I took heed and followed this. Called last Tuesday. E had to close for the rest of the week and had plans on Sunday. Yep, Clime is getting shined on... To my surprise, I got asked to dinner tonight. I guess plans were changed to accommodate an evening with afore mentioned knuckledragger. Dinner, outstanding. Conversation, outstanding. Not wanting to end the evening and go to Duke's in Addison for a nightcap, outstanding.
I could be the usual nasty, cynical animal that I am this time of year, but damn, I sure am having too much fun....
After spending the last five years away from a uniformed service and in the retail industry, I have become so bitterly abhorred by the Christmas holiday that for me it is no more than a guaranteed day off. Christmas in retail is the seventh level of hell. I can recall working a Christmas season, in logistics; not even sales, so hard and for such long periods of time that I held off an illness till Christmas day, where I proceeded to collapse with a 104 degree temperature. Yeah. Good times. And it's been that way for five years. Till now.
Working at a professional job for a defense industry supplier, aka 9-5 baby! has given me so much more peace and serenity. I have not felt like a hamster in a wheel yet, and it is strange.
Today actually felt like Christmas. I promised LBG that I would take him to big buy to knock out his Christmas list, on big buy's dime, of course, but shhhh don't tell them that. It didn't end there. Next there was Target, or as the Texans say, Target, for more Christmas supplies. Then to the Christmas Store, or as the unenlightened would know it, Toys 'R Us. I haven't been inside a Toys 'R Us in years. If it hadn't been for all the hot Mamas walking around to arouse my manliness, I would have slipped straight into 6 year old mode.
Clime: How about this race track? It's cool!
LBG: C'mon man, this is for my nephews. You know, Family? It's gotta be a track that goes halfway up a wall too...
Clime: Gotcha. I'm on it....
Then it was off to NorthPark Mall, just north of SMU. NorthPark Mall is the last bastion of the Aryan Race. All rich blonde bombshells looking for or married to even richer husbands. LBG and I felt like Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper rolling through that southern town in Easy Rider. Still, Christmas trees were up, lights were on, kids were crowded around a Mall Santa, and all was good. Next came the return home and the putting up of Christmas lights on the exterior of the house. That really hit home. It's Christmas time and I am not in a state of dread. I don't have to wake up tomorrow knowing that I'll have to work like a packmule for a company that operates later and later every year to suck every last consumer dollar out of the general public. I truly think that in the next two years my former employer will stay open till midnight on Christmas eve, just to get the last buck possible.
But wait, theres more!
In keeping with Just Me 's schedule, per her advice, I needed to ask E out again on or before the 10th. Her being a female, and me being a knuckle dragging mouth breather with a penis, I took heed and followed this. Called last Tuesday. E had to close for the rest of the week and had plans on Sunday. Yep, Clime is getting shined on... To my surprise, I got asked to dinner tonight. I guess plans were changed to accommodate an evening with afore mentioned knuckledragger. Dinner, outstanding. Conversation, outstanding. Not wanting to end the evening and go to Duke's in Addison for a nightcap, outstanding.
I could be the usual nasty, cynical animal that I am this time of year, but damn, I sure am having too much fun....
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wow...never thought of that....
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