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leave the ducks alone, assholes.
Dec. 26th, 2019 10:08 amThis will not go down in history as my favorite Christmas. It's not the worst, though today's news doesn't help, but I've definitely had better.
First the sad: I think I've mentioned the ducks around here. They're ugly as sin and I love them. When we first moved in, there were a lot (and not just because Mama duck managed to raise 11 or 12 babies to adulthood) but we were down to four around Halloween. Elvis, Elvis 2, Guard Duck, and Priscilla. Then one of the Elvi disappeared. Pretty sure it was Elvis 2, but it was always difficult to tell which was which unless you saw all four together. Realistically, I think we knew something probably happened, but it was (still is) possible the duck just wandered over to the more out of the way pond in the other part of the neighborhood. I think that's where the mallards spend most of their year.
While innocently checking FB, the pool group showed a new post and figuring it was fluff, I went to look. Nope, apparently someone killed one of the ducks, which is why Mom and I only saw two this morning. I don't know why this is making me so damn sad, but it is.
Possibly because work has decided to officially kick it up a notch and make me want to run screaming all the time now. Christmas Eve is not my least favorite night to work, usually. But this year sucked horribly. I missed the 'fun' of the never ending line and instead walked into the aftermath, when you realize well before the new to nightshift SFL that the store is beyond trashed and it'll take you the next week to get it looking good again... if you're lucky. Pair that with still having to try to do photo despite us being out of damn near everything and that means the phone was ringing all damn night, either "are you guys open?" (STOP. ASKING. GODDAMN.) or the photo machine letting us know a new order we couldn't do shit about was ready, or maybe overdue. It was just... ugh. Last night was also ugh, but without the SFL realizing that yup, the store was even worse than Christmas Eve. Also, I totally wasted my time doing the floor because the floor guys showed up around 6am. When I left, half an hour after I was supposed to because I'll be damned if I walk into the store and have dayshift cheerfully leave me my cart of stuff I couldn't put away because it was too goddamn busy -like they did yesterday, the floor guys I think were acting like they were almost done, despite not having swept up the pile of crap from the floor that I hadn't done, as I was going to do that right before clocking out, but if you guys are gonna get paid for doing something I already did, you can at least sweep up the dirt. Betting they didn't.
Could also be the joy of getting my period for Christmas. Yay?
I dunno.
Christmas haul is very small this year: a plush blanket from me to me, and sheets from Mom to me. Also, she made me half a batch of my favorite cookies but it overcooked so I'm hoping batch 2 isn't. Still, favorite cookies.
Gonna go find either my cookies or the pie I didn't have yesterday. I hope your holiday was happy.
First the sad: I think I've mentioned the ducks around here. They're ugly as sin and I love them. When we first moved in, there were a lot (and not just because Mama duck managed to raise 11 or 12 babies to adulthood) but we were down to four around Halloween. Elvis, Elvis 2, Guard Duck, and Priscilla. Then one of the Elvi disappeared. Pretty sure it was Elvis 2, but it was always difficult to tell which was which unless you saw all four together. Realistically, I think we knew something probably happened, but it was (still is) possible the duck just wandered over to the more out of the way pond in the other part of the neighborhood. I think that's where the mallards spend most of their year.
While innocently checking FB, the pool group showed a new post and figuring it was fluff, I went to look. Nope, apparently someone killed one of the ducks, which is why Mom and I only saw two this morning. I don't know why this is making me so damn sad, but it is.
Possibly because work has decided to officially kick it up a notch and make me want to run screaming all the time now. Christmas Eve is not my least favorite night to work, usually. But this year sucked horribly. I missed the 'fun' of the never ending line and instead walked into the aftermath, when you realize well before the new to nightshift SFL that the store is beyond trashed and it'll take you the next week to get it looking good again... if you're lucky. Pair that with still having to try to do photo despite us being out of damn near everything and that means the phone was ringing all damn night, either "are you guys open?" (STOP. ASKING. GODDAMN.) or the photo machine letting us know a new order we couldn't do shit about was ready, or maybe overdue. It was just... ugh. Last night was also ugh, but without the SFL realizing that yup, the store was even worse than Christmas Eve. Also, I totally wasted my time doing the floor because the floor guys showed up around 6am. When I left, half an hour after I was supposed to because I'll be damned if I walk into the store and have dayshift cheerfully leave me my cart of stuff I couldn't put away because it was too goddamn busy -like they did yesterday, the floor guys I think were acting like they were almost done, despite not having swept up the pile of crap from the floor that I hadn't done, as I was going to do that right before clocking out, but if you guys are gonna get paid for doing something I already did, you can at least sweep up the dirt. Betting they didn't.
Could also be the joy of getting my period for Christmas. Yay?
I dunno.
Christmas haul is very small this year: a plush blanket from me to me, and sheets from Mom to me. Also, she made me half a batch of my favorite cookies but it overcooked so I'm hoping batch 2 isn't. Still, favorite cookies.
Gonna go find either my cookies or the pie I didn't have yesterday. I hope your holiday was happy.