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I have been cranky and tired and thus stayed away, but today is my day off and we just bought a Christmas tree!<333 Lugged it home in the rain and everything!
Work has been hectic, but I haven't minded TOO much, because they have been kind enough to keep me off the register. By giving me the most nightmarish section to recover every night, naturally, but still - I'll take stressful recovery over stressful cashiering any day, thank you.
Yesterday, there was a girl walking around crying at work. It was hard to tell what age she was - she looked like early teens, but carried herself like someone younger. Had I been any shade of decent human being, I would have asked what was wrong, if she was looking for someone, etc, but I was stressed and instead I just got annoyed and avoided her. Go Christmas spirit.
The fic...I...just...I...I don't know! It needs to be simplified, I think. It grew too many heads. This is an awful lot of effort for something that will probably be read by five people at most, but I can't help but enjoy the process, as much as I sulk and want to tear my hair out about it.
Today was Lucia Day in Sweden. It's very strange, because it's a Catholic tradition celebrating an Italian saint and IIRC, Sweden is not very Catholic, nor terribly Italian. I think it's just an excuse to light up the darkness a bit, fire hazard notwithstanding. Oh, and to humiliate boys by putting them in white dresses and silly hats. *points and laughs*
Pretty much every town, school, church (yes, even the non-Catholic ones!) and congregation of note has their own Lucia with accompanying "train". Sweden's official Lucia is voted for by the public - it's basically a beauty contest - and the winner gets the honor of walking and standing stiffly for an hour or so, with a crown of fire on her head. Why is it always girls who have to go through stuff like that?
Now: cheese sandwich and writing.
Work has been hectic, but I haven't minded TOO much, because they have been kind enough to keep me off the register. By giving me the most nightmarish section to recover every night, naturally, but still - I'll take stressful recovery over stressful cashiering any day, thank you.
Yesterday, there was a girl walking around crying at work. It was hard to tell what age she was - she looked like early teens, but carried herself like someone younger. Had I been any shade of decent human being, I would have asked what was wrong, if she was looking for someone, etc, but I was stressed and instead I just got annoyed and avoided her. Go Christmas spirit.
The fic...I...just...I...I don't know! It needs to be simplified, I think. It grew too many heads. This is an awful lot of effort for something that will probably be read by five people at most, but I can't help but enjoy the process, as much as I sulk and want to tear my hair out about it.
Today was Lucia Day in Sweden. It's very strange, because it's a Catholic tradition celebrating an Italian saint and IIRC, Sweden is not very Catholic, nor terribly Italian. I think it's just an excuse to light up the darkness a bit, fire hazard notwithstanding. Oh, and to humiliate boys by putting them in white dresses and silly hats. *points and laughs*
Pretty much every town, school, church (yes, even the non-Catholic ones!) and congregation of note has their own Lucia with accompanying "train". Sweden's official Lucia is voted for by the public - it's basically a beauty contest - and the winner gets the honor of walking and standing stiffly for an hour or so, with a crown of fire on her head. Why is it always girls who have to go through stuff like that?
Now: cheese sandwich and writing.
