I suppose this is what happens when you have a boss that is younger than you, single, and has no kids.
Gene always has Tuesday nights off. Always. Except tonight. And, not only does he have to work tonight, he also has to work Christmas Eve night.
Now, who in their right mind makes their night stock crew at a grocery store work Christmas Eve, when the store will be closed on Christmas Day?
Scrooge, that’s who. Well, Scrooge and my husband’s boss.
Now, I have to figure out how I’m going to get to MIL’s house without the kids to wrap all the presents. Then, I have to figure out how to get everything home. And I have to do it all alone.
I am so angry, I could spit nails. They don’t just have to go in for a little while on Christmas Eve, either. They have a truck coming. A truck. On Christmas Eve. Tell me how much sense that makes. Idiots.
This means Gene is going to be exhausted all day on Christmas now, and is going to have to focus on staying awake long enough to enjoy things with the family.
I have to go to the grocery store today, but I am certainly not going to my husband’s store. I’d end up getting Gene fired if I went in. I think it’ll be safer to go to Hiawasse to the grocery store there. Wonder if they have to work Christmas Eve? I’ll have to ask…