Well, F me with a broken broomstick.
Someone else's unfortunate bad luck just killed my Christmas. And that of my family.
I haven't been home for Christmas in a few years. This was supposed to be my year. Unfortunately, Christmas falls the day before my crew change this year, which means I'll miss it.
So, a friend was going to come in early, on the 24th, so I could go home. His kids are all grown up. An unfortunate circumstance, he came back early, and is already here working, so basically I'm fucked. I am going to miss Christmas... again. Given my schedule, if I make no life changes, I'll go 6 years between being home for Christmas.
I'm... not willing to do that. It's too late this year. I changed my flight last night, and that $700 for a frigging one-way ticket HURT. I've been home for a grand total of THREE Christmases since I joined this company 10 years ago.
I am happy to be working, drawing a salary. I am feeling a bit sorry for myself today. The ass-chewing I got when I told my wife was well-deserved.
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Sir,
You're the breadwinner. What you do is a necessary job and it pays well, from what I hear.
Jobs like yours almost always stiff the person doing it. There isn't enough people like you doing it.
Sorry about your misfortune.
Sincerely,
Ed Bahten
aka leaperman
Commiserations man.
BTDT man. Know what USMC stands for? U Suckers Miss Christmas.
And in your case, you get all the aggravation without any of the accolades.
Sucks.
Merry Christmas dude. Wish I could UberEats chow out to yer boat.
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