Blue Christmas
I lost my original post because my father wasn't paying attention to his VPN. The gist of it was that my sister is a self-centered windbag and I blame myself because of how I treated her when we were children. Also, I feel guilty because I don't appreciate my family like I should. Maudlin enough? Good.
I think I'd be in a much better mood if I hadn't gotten in a car accident about a fourth of a mile north of the Randolph St. exit on my way down here (no, my parents don't know and no, you are not going to tell them) and I have to drive back tomorrow with all the drunks. The accident wasn't a big deal even if it was my fault: I was trying to switch lanes and the car in front of me slowed down before I could register it, and so I rear-ended him, cracking his bumper and making sure USAA has a profitable year. So yes, I'm all stressed out and not looking forward to driving on the Dan Ryan (or any other interstate) again. Did I mention the drunks?
And then I have to work for six hours on desk at my job, which is a really long time. I just hope it's not busy so I don't completely burn out. Who knows? Maybe people will be too consumed with finding a bargain to come to the library. Or maybe the college students home for the holidays will stop procrastinating and clamor for research materials that their wiser compatriots checked out a week before. I have no idea, save that there will be a stiff drink awaiting my departure from work. Oh, yes, I will get just slightly pie-eyed.
So no, no peace on earth or good will to men on this blog tonight. I just want to get home safely and do my job the next day.
I think I'd be in a much better mood if I hadn't gotten in a car accident about a fourth of a mile north of the Randolph St. exit on my way down here (no, my parents don't know and no, you are not going to tell them) and I have to drive back tomorrow with all the drunks. The accident wasn't a big deal even if it was my fault: I was trying to switch lanes and the car in front of me slowed down before I could register it, and so I rear-ended him, cracking his bumper and making sure USAA has a profitable year. So yes, I'm all stressed out and not looking forward to driving on the Dan Ryan (or any other interstate) again. Did I mention the drunks?
And then I have to work for six hours on desk at my job, which is a really long time. I just hope it's not busy so I don't completely burn out. Who knows? Maybe people will be too consumed with finding a bargain to come to the library. Or maybe the college students home for the holidays will stop procrastinating and clamor for research materials that their wiser compatriots checked out a week before. I have no idea, save that there will be a stiff drink awaiting my departure from work. Oh, yes, I will get just slightly pie-eyed.
So no, no peace on earth or good will to men on this blog tonight. I just want to get home safely and do my job the next day.