I have to work on Christmas. It wouldn't be a big deal, but I was originally told it would only be a few hours. Well, my boss's idea of "a few" must be wonky, because I'm working 10 hours. I know I volunteered for it, but since I was told by my direct supervisor it would be a short day, I wasn't prepared for this.

Now don't get me wrong. It's not even my holiday (I'm Wiccan). But my whole family is Catholic and Christmas is a big deal to them. My grandparents are up from Florida to visit. My grandmother has breast cancer. I would like to spend as much time with them as possible, but it's just not going to happen. I probably won't even get to open presents with my family that morning, as I have to be in work by 8am.

I suppose with all of the horrible things going on in the world, I shouldn't complain. But, as Joe Walsh said, "I can't complain, but sometimes I still do."