haapp..zzz...y Than...zzz...ksgiving.....
Thanksgiving for me means work. Last week I worked on Tuesday from 8:30 am to 11:30 pm. The Friday before last I arrived at work at 4:30 am. I also arrived for work at 4:30 am on Thanksgiving Day. So, everything goes fine for Thanksgiving. At our workplace, the huge event goes well. My job in the community/media relations area goes really well- In fact, the Mary Tyler Moore coat has a brief moment on TV news!
So, Thanksgiving Day I get up at 3:00 am to be to work at 4:30 am. I work until 2:00 pm and take a nap to head over to a friend's house at 4:30 pm. These are lovely, lovely friends. I have sheepishly brought over a store bought pumpkin pie, because I really didn't have time to fix something nice. K, our hostess, a wonderful cook, and all around terrific person has of course laid out the most fabulous homemade Thanksgiving meal with all the trimmings. I feel horribly guilty, because we are the friends bringing clunky store bought foods to mar this perfect spread.
Also, K&J have a group of friends over and I'm sure they must think I'm the friend who is mildly retarded or stoned. I'm so tired I try to keep my eyes open, and I try to keep up with the conversation and laugh at witty remarks. I end up laughing long after it is appropriate because my mind takes so long to process the information. Also, a fair amount of Bush-bashing is going on at this all Democrat Thanksgiving. Normally, I would be the first on this bandwagon, because I too am continually appalled by President Chimpy McIdiot. All I can muster the strength to do is wobbily nod in agreement. If I said something it wouldn't come out smart and well-informed, it would be a Frankensteinian "Ug, aahh, Bush bad....ahhh"
I'm sure I caught a few people staring at me quite perplexed. It might because I had to concentrate so hard to retrieve a few nuts from a bowl. They were all charming people, and I'm sure normally I would get on with them like a house afire, but as we left I'm sure everyone said goodbye to me with a look of pity and concern.
I've slept a lot this weekend. My ability to speak in complete sentences is restored. I'm back to being able to make the cogent and easy argument as to why Bush is so bad for the country. But still, "Ug, aaahh, Bush bad...ahhh" just about says it all.
So, Thanksgiving Day I get up at 3:00 am to be to work at 4:30 am. I work until 2:00 pm and take a nap to head over to a friend's house at 4:30 pm. These are lovely, lovely friends. I have sheepishly brought over a store bought pumpkin pie, because I really didn't have time to fix something nice. K, our hostess, a wonderful cook, and all around terrific person has of course laid out the most fabulous homemade Thanksgiving meal with all the trimmings. I feel horribly guilty, because we are the friends bringing clunky store bought foods to mar this perfect spread.
Also, K&J have a group of friends over and I'm sure they must think I'm the friend who is mildly retarded or stoned. I'm so tired I try to keep my eyes open, and I try to keep up with the conversation and laugh at witty remarks. I end up laughing long after it is appropriate because my mind takes so long to process the information. Also, a fair amount of Bush-bashing is going on at this all Democrat Thanksgiving. Normally, I would be the first on this bandwagon, because I too am continually appalled by President Chimpy McIdiot. All I can muster the strength to do is wobbily nod in agreement. If I said something it wouldn't come out smart and well-informed, it would be a Frankensteinian "Ug, aahh, Bush bad....ahhh"
I'm sure I caught a few people staring at me quite perplexed. It might because I had to concentrate so hard to retrieve a few nuts from a bowl. They were all charming people, and I'm sure normally I would get on with them like a house afire, but as we left I'm sure everyone said goodbye to me with a look of pity and concern.
I've slept a lot this weekend. My ability to speak in complete sentences is restored. I'm back to being able to make the cogent and easy argument as to why Bush is so bad for the country. But still, "Ug, aaahh, Bush bad...ahhh" just about says it all.
posted by moegirl at
7:54 PM
2 Comments:
Hell, "Bush Bad" sums it all up very succinctly. All the rest is merely icing. I've been there many, many times. Charles usually just made some comment about "post-call" and everyone nodded sympathetically and made a soft place for me to sit and drool. Glad all went swimmingly on the work front.
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Diana, At
5:39 AM
Getting up at 3:00 to go to work and arriving at 4:30 is something I have never done and hope to never have to do. That is just horrifying.
I hope you get some comp time for that.
You're a trouper to have attempted conversation at the T-giving meal! If you'd been at my family's house for T-giving no one would have thought it at all weird if you'd just fallen asleep on the couch. At least one or two cousins or uncles always did that at our gatherings. In fact, it happened at the nonfamily T-giving dinner I went to this year. There was a guy asleep in a chair.
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Rozanne, At
6:00 PM
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