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	December 27, 2004 I actually wanted to write more on Christmas than I did, but I was going to be late for Christmas dinner at Rob's mom's house and my phone kept ringing and yeah. It's too bad I can't remember what I was going to write that day. I'm sure it would have been something about Christmases past and the memories I have of all the places I've been, blah blah blah. Actually, there are some really good memories there, so maybe I'll fill in the gaps every now and then with my stories. I've been missing England a lot lately. I also keep having the urge to break into a British accent. I'm going to have to keep an eye on that. Of course, it would be fun until someone I've known forever looks at me and says "What the fuck are you doing?" But you never know, I might try it out sometime. My mom and I have had several conversations about how great the Christmas season is in England. Everyone really got into the spirit, but not in the commercialized way it's all done here. And the Brits also know that the month of December is Advent and Christmas starts on December 25th and runs through January 5th, also known as Twelfth Night because it's the Twelfth Day of Christmas. Epiphany is January 6th. That's when the Wise Men showed up and gave the Baby Jesus smelly stuff as presents. (Those links are really interesting. I got a little distracted.) Anyway, the Brits also usually go out on Christmas Eve and then have a huge Christmas Day dinner. We always went to the Woodruff's house. Although, I remembered going to Rotary Banquets with my parents, but I can't remember if that was Christmas Day. Anyhoo, Christmas is a day to open presents and eat roast beast and drink wine and revel with your friends. This American business of putting the tree up on Thanksgiving and taking it down after that last present is opened is just ridiculous. It really drives me up the wall. On the bright side, Neiman's has stopped with the Christmas music. I guess I'll have to find a new trigger for my psychotic break. I realized something yesterday when I was driving home from work. Working at Neiman's aggravates me more than working at Foley's did. It has to do with the customers. Idiot managers with their heads up their collective asses are the same all over. But the customers at Neiman's are different. They certainly think they are better and that's where the problem lies. I wasn't raised to believe that I'm better than anyone else. Truth be told, I grew up thinking I wasn't good enough, but that's another blog. I certainly wasn't taught that other people were better than me because they have money. I've always been surprised at how money seems to give people an extra dose of privilege. I don't mean that in the able-to-buy-more-things way. That's really all money is good for. I mean in the way they treat the people around them. I have never understood the attitude that having money means you can treat everyone else like shit. I see it all the time. If these people don't get exactly what they want, when they want it (which is always now,) they will absolutely throw a fit. Adding to their already attractive behavior. I think that, more than anything else, will drive me to find a different job. Because one of those people will, inevitably, be the reason I get fired. There was an incident at the condo today. Matt's switch decided I didn't need to be on the internet anymore and it threw me off. When I power-cycled everything, my laptop started finding new hardware and telling me my ethernet card wasn't configured correctly. I did a little bit of flipping out. Not too badly. But a little. I was playing with all the equipment when I decided to bypass the switch. Don't really need one for just lil ole me. That got me up and running. I think it might have been just the one port I was plugged into, but I guess it doesn't really matter. I have my email and we all know that's what really counts.

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