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" />" width="500" height="214" alt="ccb" />" />After I became employed, the idea of going home for Christmas was kiboshed. So, we carried on, making the best knowing we would being away from our big family during Christmas, wondering what on earth we would do with our child who is out of school for two weeks during that time. My mom and sister even volunteered to come to Virginia before Christmas to help us out with a week of childcare. Later, I was surprised to hear that my dad and his wife would come the week after! But then some things happened. Some things that caused me to want to sing "Take this job and shove it...I ain't workin' here no more..." So I did. I quit my job. Although I didn't sing that song. I don’t want to go into a lot of detail but I also don't want anyone out there thinking I am just am a sorry quit-er of things, so I will say there was this person, who was really difficult to work for, because of some angry tantrum issues, involving a lot of yelling and I said NO! No more. No more treating me badly. I am outta here. I have never quit a job without having another one, so for me to do this, was a huge deal. I have NEVER been treated SO unprofessionally in all my days. Why on earth there are people who get away with acting like big butt heads at work (or ANYWHERE) is beyond me.
So, the good news is...NOW WE GET TO COME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!!!! And the extra good news is MY MOM AND SISTER WILL BE IN VIRGINIA TOMORROW!!! I am super pumped. I miss my family SO much.
My mom requested an itinerary (she's really no trouble, no trouble at all) and Chuck volunteered to set us up. Hearing this news I was really relieved, until I read his last itinerary correspondence:
Man O Man I'm excited. This is going to be great. The final itinerary is
attached. Please review because changes have been made.
I think adding the gun show as an event will really make the season "pop".
You ladies will love it. Too, free deer and fox pp samples will be for the
taking. Sometimes I get tired of cinnamon spice stinking up the house at
Christmas. Don't worry, I'll make sure Charley understands that all the
mounted deer heads are not Santa's helpers. Also, I've added a boxing
match. There is nothing like a bloody nose to add color to the holidays. I
decided to remove the tour of beaches to ensure we can all enjoy the tractor
pull. This year the ponchos, for mud protection, are camouflaged and free.
From what I hear, the tractors are going to rev up to the tune of jingle
bells. Awesome! This will be Bad A$$! I almost forgot, there will be no
quaint shopping or dining or Christmas light viewing because I also had to
fit in the Harley Davidson Biker Santa contest. You know.... This is where
all those rough, beer gutted fellows with rusty, gray and white beards try
to look like Santa and put decorations on their bikes. Warm beer and BBQ
chicken plats costs $15.00. (Only one cup handed out for the keg, so don't
lose it). FUN FUN FUN!!!!!
5 Comments
I am so excited you are coming home for Christmas, as well as the girls of course! I hope your visit will be long enough that we will be able to get together with a couple of our favorite boxes on the patio for some catch up. We miss you bunches!
ReplyDeleteAnd as far as the gun show thing...are you really expected or wanting to go to this? Or is this Chucks way of getting out of being responsible for making future itineraries? I mean I guess it couldn't be that bad, but would be a lot better if you could shoot the guns! Hope you to see you soon!
Hysterical! Say hi to Sunny and Estra for me! Merry Christmas! XOX
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you followed your gut. If you aren't happy at your job....especially if you're being mistreated at work...then it's not worth it. :( I'm so sorry it came to that though.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're going home for Christmas! There's no place like family.
Glad you are getting to come home! Can't wait to see all of you!
ReplyDeleteYay I'm glad you quit your job and told that person to shove it (even if it was in a quivery, teary voice).
ReplyDeleteHey Anabel! Merry Christmas!