Overtime and Overworked

Shit always seem to hit the fan right before Christmas.
Three years ago my grandma passed away right before Christmas.
Three years ago my friend's mom passed away right before Christmas.
Two years ago my coworkers dad died right before Christmas.
This year my boss' dad is in the hospital with congestive heart failure, and she had to fly to North Carolina last minute.
Christmas shouldn't be a time for mourning.
This shouldn't be part of the circle of life.
Makes me so sad.
Now I am left to unofficially run the department through Christmas.
Trying to cover the shifts.
Working four weekends in a row.
Working overtime.
Losing my sanity.
Ugh.
Don't get me wrong, I am more than willing to help out my friends/coworkers when they need me.
Sure, I'll bitch and complain about it (due to me being overly dramatic), but I will help out whenever I can.
I'll just be pissed off more than usual, but shit will get done.
Ultimately, that's what matters.
My bank account will appreciate it as well.

So now I wait, for my sheets to get done being washed and dried, so I can snuggle and prepare myself for the next few days.
And I will watch 'Love Actually' and feel ridiculously sad about my life.
And sing along with The Beatles.

Tomorrow is work, seeing my Brenna Burrito, jazzercise, and wrap more presents.
Hoorah.

Love Actually,
Bamf