So, for some inexplicable reason I'm excited about Christmas this year. So on my way in, before I even clock in, I start my workday listening to some SC complaining about the cheery snowflake decals on the windows. Come on, lady; you only have to see them for 15 seconds, tops. Let the rest of us enjoy the display. Then I'm on a register for the first part of my shift, trying to be nice to my customers, belying the fact that I really have no days off this month. I ask a lady buying Christmas candy if she's excited about Christmas & she tells me sullenly that Christmas "means nothing to her." Uh, ok.
Everyone else has been cranky, too, some not even responding to my greeting at all. But I will not let them steal my spirit. I refuse.
Everyone else has been cranky, too, some not even responding to my greeting at all. But I will not let them steal my spirit. I refuse.

Christmas to me is all about the eating.
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