I've spent the past two hours listening to the song My Last Goodbye by Mike Hale. I should've been sleeping, but I can't seem to make myself tired. It's a curious thing, this song. It's so depressing, but I love it to bits and will literally listen to it for two hours at a time. [Case in point: tonight.]
I'm done my Christmas job now, and I'm hesitant to say it, but I had fun. Sure, there were the stupid times that I couldn't remember how to do something or when I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. But it's the good times that I want to remember...like the time that really, really good looking guy from Ireland came to my till and proceeded to hit on me. I liked it. He was (and hopefully still is) hot. He told me he lives in Calgary and works with street people. He told me that he doesn't judge people by their appearance or first impressions, and that he likes dealing with difficult people. I think that's about when I offered him my job. He's pierced and wears leather. And did I mention he had an accent? I greatly admire him and I don't even know his name.
So, my new boss called and woke me up this morning. I'm so pumped for this job. Seriously. And then, after I made a really random (and perhaps out-of-place) posting on a friend's wall quite late last night, my mom thought I had a date today. Well, it wasn't. He's an old friend from church and we had coffee at Tim Horton's. We talked for an hour and a half and then he had to go record an audition he's sending to Humber College in Toronto. It was fantastic, to say the least.
"Oh yeah, I'm totally materialistic...just not about things that hurt the environment..." Tyler's response to my admission that I'm a member of the Green Party. Have I mentioned that he's amazing?
I don't believe myself to be overly materialistic, but when I hear about what others got for Christmas, it really just slaps me in the face all over again. Last year I got two or three books, a pair of longjohns that I never wore until tonight and a CD. That's it. This year I got two cookbooks, some lotion for when I'm working and some earrings that I absolutely adore. That's it. So far, from what I've heard, my friends have received a grand total of: an ipod touch, an ipod radio, a $3 000 diamond ring, a digital camera, really expensive jewelry, a new car...among other things. I don't usually compare like this, but it just kind of happens at Christmas, you know? The traditional greeting of "what did you get?" is heard everywhere, and it kills me. What I got for Christmas amounts to less than $50, and I know it, and it hurts. But I don't know why. It happens every year, and it's part of the reason why I loathe the season. I love the feelings, the snow and the songs, but give me extra (read: any) time with my bitchy relatives and I'll run faster than a cheap pair of pantyhose. In the opposite direction. I hate this. Really, I do.
So that was me 'not letting Christmas get to me.' I failed.
My New Year's Resolution: Get the hell out of this country and away from my family.
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