Hi all. I hope you all are having a good Christmas. I don't post often here but I do enjoy reading your posts.
Anyways, I requested Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off six months in advance. I got it, yea! BTW, I work at a crappy convenience store, which never closes, unless their is a robbery... or a murder. I should tell you about that one sometime.
Christmas has been depressing for me for the past five years. I lost my daughter on Christmas Eve. She was 2 months old. Crib death. I haven't been able to bear another child since then.
I came into the store this afternoon for energy drinks for me and a starbucks coffee for my husband. My assistant manager, H, asked me if I would like to work a few hours tonight. I was doing okay considering the circumstances. S, another co-worker had an issue with her eyes and had a doctor's excuse. So H was working by himself and it was busy.
After an hour of being at work, I was changing the creamers at the coffee bar when this guy walked up.
Me: Seriously depressed
Guy: Should of kept his mouth shut.
Guy: Aw, for me. (just joking about the large bag of nasty creamer)
Me: *just being silent, I did not want to talk to anyone*
Guy: Maybe not. Aww, are you having a bad day!
Me: Look, just leave me alone okay. Christmas is depressing for me.
Guy: Me too! My mother died. (He sounded so enthusiastic)
Me: My daughter died from crib death. She was 2 months old!
Guy: I have three daughters
Me: Be grateful that they are alive and healthy. Be grateful for what you have and thank God everyday. Get your coffee and just go.
I ran away. I told H that I can't do work. I thought I could work, I just couldn't. H understood since he knows my story. He appreciated for the chores that I did around the store. I clocked out, threw the smock into the backroom and ran home.
This guy should of left me alone. Pore his coffee and go away. I wish I didn't blow up like that. I am very emotional, especially when I comes to my daughter. Maybe he will think about asking a random stranger if they are having a bad day. I would never ask a store employee if they are not in a talkative mood. I hate when people ask me why I don't smile. I have my reasons.
I have been doing a lot of crying this evening. Earlier this morning, I did three hours at the gym, trying to run away from my feelings.
Hubby and I will be going to midnight mass and I hope I won't cry there. I wrote my mom a long email how disgusted I am about how Christmas is so commercialized. But, that is another post for another day.
Merry Christmas
Anyways, I requested Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off six months in advance. I got it, yea! BTW, I work at a crappy convenience store, which never closes, unless their is a robbery... or a murder. I should tell you about that one sometime.
Christmas has been depressing for me for the past five years. I lost my daughter on Christmas Eve. She was 2 months old. Crib death. I haven't been able to bear another child since then.
I came into the store this afternoon for energy drinks for me and a starbucks coffee for my husband. My assistant manager, H, asked me if I would like to work a few hours tonight. I was doing okay considering the circumstances. S, another co-worker had an issue with her eyes and had a doctor's excuse. So H was working by himself and it was busy.
After an hour of being at work, I was changing the creamers at the coffee bar when this guy walked up.
Me: Seriously depressed
Guy: Should of kept his mouth shut.
Guy: Aw, for me. (just joking about the large bag of nasty creamer)
Me: *just being silent, I did not want to talk to anyone*
Guy: Maybe not. Aww, are you having a bad day!
Me: Look, just leave me alone okay. Christmas is depressing for me.
Guy: Me too! My mother died. (He sounded so enthusiastic)
Me: My daughter died from crib death. She was 2 months old!
Guy: I have three daughters
Me: Be grateful that they are alive and healthy. Be grateful for what you have and thank God everyday. Get your coffee and just go.
I ran away. I told H that I can't do work. I thought I could work, I just couldn't. H understood since he knows my story. He appreciated for the chores that I did around the store. I clocked out, threw the smock into the backroom and ran home.
This guy should of left me alone. Pore his coffee and go away. I wish I didn't blow up like that. I am very emotional, especially when I comes to my daughter. Maybe he will think about asking a random stranger if they are having a bad day. I would never ask a store employee if they are not in a talkative mood. I hate when people ask me why I don't smile. I have my reasons.
I have been doing a lot of crying this evening. Earlier this morning, I did three hours at the gym, trying to run away from my feelings.
Hubby and I will be going to midnight mass and I hope I won't cry there. I wrote my mom a long email how disgusted I am about how Christmas is so commercialized. But, that is another post for another day.
Merry Christmas
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