This will surely be, my last moan about Christmas. I don't think I can actually get away with moaning anymore about it. That of course, until next year, and my blog will be shot into international stardom and I will be feeding blog posts to the millions. One can dream.
Onto the moaning. I have two friends, (staggering i know, considering how much moaning I do) who have jobs as waiters, at a pub and a restaurant. Both of these friends, had to do shifts on Christmas Day, which I find wrong. Christmas is a time where the family should be sat down sharing a mammoth bundle of turkey and sprouts. Instead, some waiters and waitresses are encouraged to work on Christmas Day.
In my opinion, everywhere should be shut on Christmas Day. With the obvious exception of Hospitals and other emergency services buildings. The people who go out for a meal on Christmas Day, are downright inconsiderate and lazy. First off, you pay extortionate prices for the meal as you're making people work on a day they should be spending with their family. Secondly, surely you would prefer to spend Christmas in your own home, rather than having to get into the car and drive to the pub to have your dinner. Yes, it's nice to not have to worry about the cooking, but I'd be incredibly disappointed if I had to work on Christmas.
Ultimately I know that it's not the people who choose to book their meals, it's the restaurant owners themselves. They see the day as an opportunity to charge extortionate prices, and get away with it.
In reality, I know that this moaning will not have any effect on how any pubs operate. This was a vent to get off my chest, how sorry I feel for those who are forced to work Christmas Day, when their work is not needed. If people were a little less selfish, everyone could spend Christmas with their friends and families.
My next moan: Piercing your future
While most of you are celebrating the christmas festivities, I sit here moaning. Yes, I love christmas, it brings the family together and there is nothing I love more than spending time with my nearest and dearest. However, the hype around christmas is unreal. We are pressured each year into getting the new must have gadget which more often than not, the Nutt family end up purchasing. Only for it to be reduced to half price in the christmas sales.
Think of how much money would be saved, if we all celebrated christmas a week later? Buy all your presents in the christmas sale and just pretend it's christmas a week or so later.
I've become somewhat the wise 'christmasser' and ask for hardly anything for Christmas, get given money, then today I shall hit town and buy everything that I want, at a much cheaper price than it was before Christmas.
I know it's a bit late for you now, but just think next year. You may not want to open few presents on Christmas day, but i'm just one of those people who love to splash the cash. Saving money while I do it, is a nice Brucey bonus. Christmas for me, starts today.
Hope you all had a very festive Christmas and got everything you wanted, and if not, go buy it in the Christmas sales. Sorry for the shortness of the post, but surely you can understand the circumstances with my post falling on Boxing Day!
My next moan: All work and no play, makes Christmas a dull time
As i ply my trade as a part-time fishmonger for a large supermarket chain, to put myself through university, I observe shoppers going mental. Especially around the festive season. I'll make sure to make a moan about how everything is reduced in the Christmas sales. Now, as i prepare myself for a nine hour shift on Christmas eve, i expect a ridiculous shift where i'll do nothing but serve the mad rushers, who decided to leave their christmas shopping until the penultimate minute. It's Christmas Eve, and i'd prefer to be sat at home, hyping myself up for Christmas Day, rather than working. If one customer complains to me about how cold the weather is, I'll probably scream 'go home then!'.
I hate shopping. With a passion. I prefer shopping with a girl as they have unlimited amounts of patience, contrast to me who gives up after the first store. However, you people don't exactly make the shopping life easy. One such woman once overtook me, as if to say I was walking too slow, I am anything but a slow walker. I can't stand dawdling, and if I have somewhere to be, I get my Go-Go boots on. This woman, overtook me, only for her then to slow down in front of me to window shop. Had i not been paying attention, I could have walked straight into the back of her.
Then there's those people who decide to shop and spend most of the time looking at their phones. Somehow, you're in the wrong if you walk into them, even though they have no idea of where they are walking. The word idiot doesn't begin to describe them.
Additionally, you can't walk into a shop and have a browse anymore. As soon as you walk through the door you are pounced on by the nearest teenage sales assistant who is asking you if you're alright and if you need any help. If i need the help or to tell you that I am alright, then i'll come find you. Until then, sit in a corner and twiddle your thumbs.
Then there's the shopping jousting. The little game I play with myself where you target a fellow shopper who is walking straight towards you. Those who swagger along, thinking they own the shop, and aren't moving out of the way for nobody. The game, whoever moves, loses. You etch ever closer to the person, until they finally move slightly, thus avoiding you. I've had numerous collisions with shopping jousting, but it does make life a lot more fun.
When shopping for a special occasion, or at any time. Ask yourself the question: Do I really need this? or Would they really like that? Every year I get a box of Walnut Whips from a great. Each year they get thrown out. I know it's about the gesture and the thought behind the present itself, but finding that something the person likes, is of the upmost importance. Just think when you go shopping. Try to stay out of others way, and try to go along with the shopping flow. Don't go too fast when walking, don't go too slow, otherwise you might find me elbowing you in the back of the head.
My next moan: Everything wrong with music concerts
