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Finally feeling better, just exhausted still. But that’s just as much from emotional overload as it is from having been sick. Been busy trying to work up some Christmas spirit but it’s just not there. I didn’t really want anything for Christmas but there were a couple things I wouldn’t have minded getting. Of course they were knocked down by the powers that be. So instead I’m told that I’m getting “a controversial” gift this year. Apparently that means that I’ll like it but I won’t. Okaaaaaay, whateva! Should be interesting I guess. Have to go to my sister’s this year. Hooray. I get one lousy day off and can’t even spend it at home. Instead I have to go up there and be uncomfortable and play at being a family. So yeah…BAH HUMBUG I say.

But to all those who do enjoy the holiday season…Have a safe and happy holiday!

Love,
Mina Scrooge

I woke up sick as a dog this morning. I’m freezing, my head is throbbing and my throat is on fire. And I do believe the Mucinex Mucus Man and his family are moving into my chest. Bring on the annual bronchitis bout! Sitting through work today was sheer hell but at least I have the next 4 days off. Of course I have to go up to my sister’s tomorrow for the familial farce that is Thanksgiving (and again come Christmas). My sister and her husband offered to have Thanksgiving at a later date if I’m not feeling up to it, and I guess that was a nice gesture. But an even nicer one would have been if they offered to bring Thanksgiving down to me this year so I didn’t have to go out. But that’s too much to ask I suppose so off I go tomorrow. Hopefully we can go up late and leave early. There’s no reason to hang around there long and I know they don’t want us to anyway.

Anyway, to everyone out there…Happy Fucking Thanksgiving!!!

So we had a small film crew at my job today. Turns out it is for some job recruiting commercial. But from the reactions of everyone you’d think it was a big budget Hollywood deal. Everyone dressed to the nines. And when it came time for them to film our section, everyone practically trampled over each other to get in. In the end all they had to do was sit in front of a blank computer and pretend to type…for about 3 minutes. Then it was over. And I of course ducked down the back stairs when it started because I really am that unfriendly and anti-social.

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