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So, today will be my first day back at work since the new year started. The day after Christmas/my birthday, the boss comes in and tells us that our hours are basically getting cut down to nothing in the office, which for me means I'll be getting a whopping 6 hours a week. While that's a pisser and I'm going to be pretty much broke for a good long while until I can find some other way of obtaining viable income, I'm trying to look on the bright side of all this...
Although I was pretty down on the whole idea of the holidays this year, I somehow managed to have the best Birthmas I've seen since elementary school. Not in terms of "OMG, presents!" (although, holy shit) or Magical Yuletide Adventures, but in an abundance of warm, squishy feelings.
My friends and family were so thoughtful this year and so surprisingly... Well, surprising! Even my mom, who normally tries hard, but never seems like she really "gets" me. Not only does it look like she finally figured me out, but that she actually likes me being the weird, slightly disappointing kid I am. She even went so far as to track down an old beat up VHS tape of a movie that the world has forgotten, but meant a lot to me as an adolescent, and yes, that made me cry a bit.
This is not to mention all the great books and insane sewing equipment and old children's storybook records and stuffed narwhals and amazing geekery I also received.
( And this mind exploding Repo! cake... )
I guess what I'm saying is that people went so far out of their way this year, way beyond what they needed to do, to make me feel loved and appreciated and it's pooled up a sizable puddle of affection in my little, hardened heart.
So before I slump off to what can now jokingly be referred to as my "job," I just want to say thank you and I promise that I won't get this mushy again for a good long while.
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