Scrooge
Posted on
2007-Dec-16
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01:10
For as long as I can remember, I've never really gotten hyped up about the holiday season. I get slightly claustrophobic among the sea of big and little spenders at the mall. I hate gingerbread cookies. Decorations irk the shit out of me (sometimes literally). I don't enjoy giving OR receiving. Maybe I'm just an asshole.
What's not helping this year is a multitude of factors. Lack of coin, lack of a solid job, lack of a social circle (well, there's a tiny one, and they're all awesome), and maybe even lack of snow. Don't get me wrong, I hate the white stuff (both kinds), but maybe it would help me get in the spirit slightly. Back home, they've gotten what I presume to be a couple good feet of it. Now, since I have poor circulation, I can't stay out long during tobogganing outings, but it'd be good to get a few good runs down.
What's also not helping are spirits around the office that is temporarily housing me. People are stressed. People are jealous that others are gone a week early to hit the beach. Critical paths don't let anyone enjoy the 12 days of Christmas. We're all becoming scrooges.
So, if you've been following along, especially lately, you'll notice the drinking has picked up on my end. Not necessarily a bad thing. I've never been a huge drinker, and it's nice to go out and socialize while downing some sweet, sweet IPA. But it burns a hole in my pocket and my whole Saturday at the same time. Maybe I should start milking the eyes I get from cougars at the bar and score some free pints (and nothing more).
Last night, during one of my groups outings, we hit this skeeze-yet-suave bar on the Island and I saw the CD that I interviewed with just under two weeks ago. Sort of surreal. I thought he dematerialized every evening. But of all the places to go, I don't know why he'd hit this place. Maybe he was like the manthers surrounding the dance floor and wanted to pounce on expecting cougs and naive young'uns. I wouldn't put any money on it.
The Christmas break is slowly approaching, and I've promised myself to be diligent and put together a few solid pieces and get a mailer of sorts ready (maybe revamp the portfolio site at the same time), and get ready for a January promotion session. Still looks like the agency I've spent so much time at isn't really looking to bring on another body, so I've just got to keep poking at the fire.
I still reek of booze and dance-related sweat, so I'm going to go light some candles, run a bath, and listen to some Annie Lennox.
Or Slayer.
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