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It’s almost here …

Christmas is less than a week away and for some reason it went alot smoother this year. Whew. I made it. Even the shopping wasn’t THAT bad – hardly any of it done online too. What’s coming over me. Gah!

Anyhow, to keep a tradition alive, here’s the song I’ve posted every year since the journal’s inception … so sing along now.

(Sung to The Most Wonderful Time of the Year)

It’s the most crappiest time of the year,

There are old women yelling

at cashiers for selling

some overpriced gear,

It’s the most crappiest time of the year.

It’s the crap-crapiest season of all.

With those drivers horns blowing,

and the mall overflowing

with cars in each stall,

It’s the crap-crapiest season of all.

We’ll have parties to attend.

See people we can’t stand and

get drunk and not even know.

You’ll get crappy gifts given,

from friends who are livin’

with some extra money to blow.

It’s the most crappiest time of the year,

There are mothers all fighting

for a Pokeman sighting

that they need for their dear.

It’s the most crappiest time of the year.

It’s the most crappiest time of the year.

There’ll be much money spending

and then the year will be ending

and you’ll shed a tear

cuz it’s the most crappiest time,

It’s the most crappiest time,

It’s the most crappiest time of the year.

Thank God all my shopping is done and has been for weeks now. I went into Macy’s over the weekend to pick up two placemats. Ugh. That was a mistake. Anyone who’s been in the housewares department at this time of year knows exactly what I mean when I describe it as chaos. You’d think the people were straight out of the prehistoric times. First, I walked into the store and found the floors littered in clothing and purses and shirts. Erm. When did it become an okay thing to let stuff land all over the floor and not pick it up. Piles of clothing and stuff, just laying there getting stomped all over. And the people. Dont get me started. They were literally digging through piles of clothes on tables tossing them all over the place. Good lord … do we need a kennel for these people.

So, finally I made my way through the herds of people, down the escalators, and through to the place where the placemats were. Whew. Three left. So, I grabbed the two I needed and headed for a cashier. That was my mistake. Every line had about fifty people in it, and each of those people were literally pushing piles of boxes on the floor in front of them. So, after looking in the china department and bath department for open cashiers, I opted for the housewares cashiers because there were five of them working that counter, rather than two in each of the others.

I probably stood in line for half an hour to forty five minutes and finally got to the front of the line. After a few minutes, I hear “NEXT!” and I head over to my spot. I hand her the two placemats and am immediately told that I need to find some with a barcode, even though the price is clearly marked in big bold letters on the placemats themselves. Immediately, I go into “angry shopper” mode, and explain to her that there were only three over there and I didnt see barcodes on any of them. I also make it clear that I’d been waiting in line for almost an hour and that I wasnt about to wait in line again for two placemats. So, I’m told to just come right up to the counter after finding a barcode. Erm.

So let me digress a little here. Have you ever had to cut back into line? It’s not pleasant. I mean, just because the lady at the counter said you could cut back into line, the OTHER people dont know that. And there’s always some bitch* thats going to start something with you that SHE’s been waiting in line for an hour and that you better not be trying to cut. Ugh. And of course, you try to explain that the girl at the counter told you to go up … and of course, the bitch could care less.

So, I found a barcode and headed to the counter. In front of everyone. Right behind the customer at the counter. And immediately, random people start lining up behind me. And then the cashiers start hollering that the line is way the hell at the back of the store. And then the customers in line start getting all huffy that they see people “cutting”. And of course, the one “bitch” walks over to the counter and starts pointing at people and saying that “if the line is way back there, why are they taking customers that are standing at the counter” … more than likely a reference to me. Thank god for the fucking christmas spirit.

Eventually I got to the cashier, paid my $8 and got the hell out of there. Merry fucking christmas to all and to all a good night.

Speaking of long lines, Wifey™ and I headed to the dreaded post office last night to take care of some business and found ourselves in the midst of a postal nightmare – people coming out of the woodwork with packages to send out. Wifey™ and I aren’t even going to ship out her parents gifts until after Christmas, but if we did want them to get to Canada before Christmas, we sure as hell wouldnt be waiting til a week before Christmas to ship them out. What the hell is wrong with people? Does it take too much brain power to realize that you dont wait until the very last minute to mail out packages. And why the hell do the HAVE to arrive on or before Christmas. I mean, those people are probably going to get other gifts besides yours. So what if they get your gifts the day or week after Christmas. It’s not like they wont be considered Christmas gifts anymore, just because they arrived afterwards.

I do have one question though. How come I can pay 32 cents to mail a letter and it will get there in one or two days, but if I pay $20 to mail a package there’s no way they can guarantee that it will get there in a week. Erm. Sounds a little fishy if you ask me.

Anyhow, tomorrow is Wifey™ birthday and my last day of work before getting five days off in a row. I have to use up some of my comp time before the end of the year or it gets deleted, so I’m taking Friday off, to give me a five day weekend. Thats a vacation if you ask me.

*Of course this could potentially make some of my female readers turn on me, but I have to say that 99% of the time, the person making the scene is a woman. For the most part, most men are willing to “look the other way” rather than to get into a huge argument over whether someone is “cutting” in line. Also, 99% of men are perfectly willing to let someone go in front of them to avoid the confrontation. But for some reason, quite a few women feel the need to assert themselves and make something small into something big. Ugh. I hate that shit. Can’t we all just get along.

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