For those that can’t stand this time of the year, my misery seeks company. What does it for you?
For me: aside from the usual family stuff:
I worked front-end in a post office back when that meant a line-up before I opened the doors to the end of the day when I had to inform the line-up that was still out the door that, yes, I was going to close on time. (Some didn’t take that well. For me it was just another Tuesday…)
It meant a lot of work with little thanks and I had to listen to the same shitty Xmas playlist over and over all day.
Edit/PS: The quick downvote sells it. Perfection. chefs kiss
really bad childhood memories involving my abusive biological father. and I’m not religious anymore, but the egregious commercialization of something meant to be a reverent celebration of a deity (even though nearly all its traditions are co-opted from pagan European traditions, which is already soulless af) always bummed me out.
but, it’s a really meaningful day to my family members, and now that I’m on better terms with most of them I’d rather just enjoy their company and try not to let my disdain sour their fun. to the best of my ability