It's not like I'm
looking to be ticked off, really. I mean, I'm truly
trying to have a cheerful and optimistic view on life in general. This
is the holiday season, after all. But sometimes, it feels like there are outside forces working against me. (And before you even think it, let me point out that it's
not paranoia if they really
are out to get you!). As some of you already know, my husband is a member of the United States Air Force Reserves, a fact that I am extremely proud of. As a member of the reserves, Randey does 2 days of military duty a month. These days are referred to as "UTA's" and are usually performed the first weekend of every month. On average, pay for UTA's is received approximately 10 days after completion. Well. Let's do some math, shall we? The first weekend of this month was the 1st and 2nd. Today is the 18th. That's 16 days, am I right? And
the UTA pay has yet to arrive. Normally, this would cause me only a
tiny bit of annoyance. But this month is the month where all our money
traditionally races out of our personal coffers and into that of every store within a 50 miles radius (we
do so like to support our local economy during the holiday season). However, since someone, who will probably remain forever nameless to me (they will if they're
lucky, anyway!), failed to do their job properly, the UTA timesheets were not processed correctly and therefore,
we gots no UTA mon-nay. This is making me unhappy. Waaaaaaaay unhappy. Upon inquiry, Randey was told that he would
probably receive payment the 24th.
Woo-hoo! Just in time for the last-minute run to the store for black olives and a roasting pan! So I ask you...just who is the Scrooge McDuck here?
Me, for wanting that UTA pay when it was
supposed to be here? or Uncle Sam, for dragging his butt and thinking payment
on the day before Christmas is, while late, quite effort enough? I'm going with Uncle Sam on this one. 'Cause yeah, missing 2 lousy days worth of pay
can make my Christmas experience just that much less cheery. Luckily, I'm willing to put my best foot forward and press on. (Okay, so technically, I'm willing to put my best
credit card forward, but you get my point, right?)
Merry Christmas, Ya'll!
And while it may take me awhile to explain away the bad attitude I've cultivated most of this year, I did do one good deed for this holiday season. I made some fudge for Randey's office party.
Thank goodness I don't like this stuff or it never would have made it out the door. lol Oh wait a minute...does the fact that I would have eaten it myself if I liked peanutbutter/chocolate fudge take away from the good deed of making it for his office party? Yeah...probably. Because I really would have eaten most of it and said to heck with his office party if this had been good, old fashioned Hershey's cocoa fudge. I do have my standards, you know. And bad attitude isn't always a bad thing anyway. Right, Santa?
