Sure, I signed on to be an employee of the service industry so I have no one but myself to blame for sitting here at work at 11:46 on christmas eve. However, if the people at the joint I service would just go home already, I could close out my books and get home before I have to eat Rudolph's dust.
My daughter, Miss Coco Dolly, is home alone slaving in the kitchen doing more prep and cooking for our Feast of the Seven Fishes. While there is nothing to love about a hundred year old liliputian house that reeks of anchovies, sardines, etc...I'd so rather be working with her than sitting here watching my unused produce rot.
Not to mention Route 10, Route 80 and probably Route 17 will still be an elongated version of the Rockefeller Ice Rink when I get out of here. So, here I sit, with three of my staff, just waiting for a call from security. We're waiting for a good word from a person who didn't even bother to come in today. Must be nice to have that kind of power. He's probably already sloshed on eggnog cocktails and has compeltely forgotten that we're still here.
And, I still need to stop at the liquor store for 2 bottles of proseco. We have got to get out of here.
So, from the home of 1313 Mockingbird Lane where VeraBlue, her boyfriend Lou, her kids, Mark and Coco, Mark's girlfriend Sarah, Vera's exhusband Ivan and his girlfriend Blair, Blair's son, Wade, Blair's soon to be exhusband Neil and his boyfriend Gordon, her sister Nancy, brother in law Bruce, nephew Scott and the infamous Marianne and Jim all reside (just kidding, we'd have come to blows by now if we all actually lived in the same domicile) We all wish you a very merry christmas. If you blanket yourself in a mantle of love and laughter you'll never be wanting for anything; and even if you are the only one who hears the music, dance, baby dance.