Four days before Christmas I was excited. My shopping was done, the decorations were up and I was coming up on eleven straight days of vacation. It took a while to get into the spirit, but I had even turned on the local station that plays Christmas carols 24 hours a day and was singing along. The year was almost over and I was excited.
Three days before Christmas I had the most hellacious day I have had at theNonprofit in years. The boss was literally screaming profanities at me over the phone about a mistake that I did not cause, but was working to correct. (Obviously not to her liking.) I was so wound up that an hour before quitting time I made myself a cocoa - and then poured a shot (or two or twenty) of Schnapps into the mix to expedite the numbing I was going to need to make it through the night. In ten years of working at theNonprofit I have never – never – done such a thing. And I only felt a little guilty. Continue reading
