mistercellaneous

ugh, work on dec. 26? not only was i rather tired and surly when i awoke around 6:37 a.m., i had to go to work and face a cacophony of “how was your christmas?” and “what did santa bring you?” or so i thought. you see, this is my first full year of post-college employment, so i didn’t really know what shenanigans to expect when required to work the day after christmas. nothing. i should have expected nothing. there are about 5 or 6 people here today, that number includes my three editors. what’s worse? i don’t have shit to do. well i did, but what little work was required of me was done by noon today. i have one vacation day left and i’m definitely regretting not doing the “call-in and use a vacation day”maneuver. in the words of cletus the slack jawed yokel, “shoulda but didn’ta.” but it all works out. i like getting paid for doing nothing, don’t i? i just have to bear another day of this (tomorrow), which will be thrice as boring as today. then i’ll take my vacation day on friday. my girlfriend, also known in the comments section as pooty mcguyver (you won’t get an explanation on that), is coming down to visit early on friday, so i thought it best to take my day off then. i think i’ll bring my psp to work tomorrow, or some fucking dvds. this is ri-goddamn-diculous. but then again, it’s easy money. i come, i sit, i browse, i eat, i browse and i go home a few dollars richer.

what really grinds my gears, is that i don’t get that day after christmas to just sit around, watch new dvds, play new video games and, and… well, whatever the hell i want. it’s christmas, ain’t shit goin on in the way of news around christmas. everybody is too busy sitting around playing with the shit they got for christmas to go out and cause crimes or make semi-interesting news. you can quote me on that! ooooooo, before christmas, you get the hard-hitting last-minute christmas shopping stories. then the day after christmas, you get those hair-raising stories about returning christmas presents and post-christmas bargains. goddamn, are they interesting. i look at the clock and i still have another hour and forty-five minutes to burn. i can’t even think of a way to tie up this mundane blog post. how about … crap.