Ho, Ho, Ho.
I worked Christmas Eve and Christmas Day – and it
didn’t kill me.
Working in the waste management industry, I’ve
learned to deal with the ways our schedules change from one year to the next,
and as we pray for a calendar year which we get every holiday off without
having to use PTO, I must be considerate that someone is going to have to lie
on the grenade and get what may be the easiest twelve hours’ work for the
quarter at the price of missing out on what his family is
doing. I fully empathize with nurses, medical personnel, maintenance crews, law
enforcement officers, security guards, Waffle House and Chinese restaurant
employees, the awesome people who toil at gas stations and Walgreens for the
last-minute battery runs, and the Wal-Mart associates who finally get their day
off from work only to suffer with 364 days of the worst of us in the customer
service return lines. PS: If you’re also working on Christmas Day and I
didn’t shout out your line of work, charge it to my mind. On the contrary, NBA
players dream of working on this day to debut their new shoes and special
holiday jerseys, so they are living one aspect of their dreams and hard work
over the years. Still, having millions in the bank does not prevent the
personal feelings of having to leave the comforts of home to entertain an arena
of around 20,000 paying customers in addition to a nation of fans whom have
come to view them as mindless gladiators blessed with an innate ability to
dribble, shoot, pass, score, and/or defend an orange basketball 94 feet from
one end of the court to the other end.
One may wonder how I’ve gotten screwed with working
these types of irregular jobs over the years. Easy: I greatly appreciate autonomy, especially
when it pays the bills well enough. There is a certain peace of mind that comes
with being able to control my own destiny with some constraints, and the
current job’s schedule is wonderful WHEN
it works. Without the night shift, I probably wouldn’t have had the moxie to
get into the barbecue life as intensely as I have the past few years nor the
ability to create relevant content for A
Dollar and A Dream for the past six years and counting. If you think about
it, the only nonteaching day role I’ve had ever was a scheduler position at the
now-closed school bus plant back home – and even then, that was fifteen years
ago when I had no grey hairs and a compact car that continuously broke down.
Ho. Ho. Ho.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
I made it through both nights, and it didn’t kill
me.
Tell someone who did work either of the two days
thank you for his/her service to the larger community and put some respect on
their names as they (like me) drew the short straw to sit on the timeclock.