Can't go home for Christmas. Apparently it's in my contract that I can't get any time off during January and December. That's fucked. I don't know what I am going to do. There is no way I can just miss Christmas every year. I'm not ready for that. I'm not ready at all. I love my family and I want to spend time with them. I know that, because I am not religious some people don't see why it means so much to me, but Christmas isn't about religion to me, it's about spending time with the people you love. And besides, Jesus wasn't even born in December. When Christianity started they just stole the pagan holidays so the transition wouldn't be so difficult to get used to. Easter used to be about the new harvest and life. Hence the chickens and eggs. It is certainly not a representation of Jesus's blood on rocks. Not only is that gruesome, but people back then weren't as metaphorical as we are now.
But that's not the point. The point is that I am pissed off at my work. So bad.
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