I see from the comments burning up my in-box that you found reading my last post as fascinating to read as I found living it to be. Perhaps then you will be more entertained by the following spine-tingling tale I like to call, "October 31, 2007--The Day Halloween Died." A lengthy whiny monologue was here, but I cut it for space. Suffice to say, our boss kept yelling at me, then changing things which confused the heck out of me. Why yell at me for not sticking to a schedule that you don't bother to follow or even skim? Children cried for various reasons, I almost cried for various reasons, it was just more fun than a barrel of dying monkeys with the ebola virus. Also, I went as an Uno Card. That's just for Mom, the rest of you gentle readers can disregard it.
None of this was completely unexpected which is why we had planned the most rockingest Halloween blow-out ever. But the sad truth is this. Halloween is no fun with no Halloween shows to watch, no Halloween candy, and no trick-or-treaters to say "Happy Halloween" to. Working a hellish job until 9:00 pm doesn't help either. It wasn't just me. All of us were pretty dead, despite all the Pizza Hut pizza and Coke one could binge on. It was a massive dud and for the first time, I really miss home. Apparently, I just don't want to live in a country that doesn't celebrate Halloween.
2 comments:
My Halloween was a dud too. *sigh* Though your's was probably-scratch that it was waaay worse. Don't worry, we'll eat extra candy for you.
Perhaps this will help. I have been to the store. I have bought mac and cheese. A lot of it. A whole lot. Giant stacks of it. And it will be winging its way to you and Paul--along with Paul's computer--before you can drop to your knees in . . . . .
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