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Dec. 2nd, 2002 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceebeegeeMuch better than I was last week, when I was so exhausted I was sick. Tuesday in particular was bad, and I had so much to do before I left on the train. But finally, Fare for All is over, Colin has left and my life has settled down a bit.
Thanksgiving was nice. I got there Wednesday evening and Mom and I drove around a bit doing errands. When we got home, I baked the pumpkin pie (using the pumpkin puree I'd mashed in early October). Didn't get to sleep in on The Day, unfortunately, so I wasn't as alert as I would've liked. I've noticed that when I'm really tired, it's harder for me to go to bed at a decent hour. I'm too tired to exert myself to wash my face, etc. Anyway, I did get a chance to nap. Jane, Bob, Tom and Will came over. Will was his usual geeky self, although he's progressed immeasurably in the field of social skills. He needs to learn when to let others have a say, though.
I pretty much spent most of the next few days proofreading--Carol sent me a proof that needed to be back early this week, so I stayed in and plowed through it on Friday and Saturday. Even if I didn't have that to do, I wouldn't have gotten up early in the morning to join the frenzy. Every year that bothers me more and more. I cannot conceive of spending my Thanksgiving obsessing about getting up early the next day to...shop. I mean, don't those people have family in town? Didn't they stay up reasonably late on The Day stuffing their faces with yummy turkey and gravy and stuffing, and calling distant relatives and wishing them Happy Thanksgiving? Or watching holiday movies? What in God's name would possess them to get up so early just to...shop? I just don't get it. And I don't think it's only because I'm not a morning person. Part of me really pities these people, because I think that's a terrible way to spend your holiday. But part of me wants to slap them for buying into such a stupid value system. The worst part is that it doesn't only affect them--I feel worst for the minimum wage workers who are forced to get up at 4 or 3 am in order to open the store at 5 or 6. (5:00 am. Let's really think about that--5:00 am. Unbelievable. The parking lot is full at 5:00 am. The sun isn't close to rising at that point. Their body clocks are completely messed up, they've probably dragged the kids and ruined their sleep as well--for a TV? An Elmo doll?) Of course this ruins the Thanksgiving Day of the workers as well, since they have to go to bed at 7:00 or 8:00 pm.
WalMart runs their tacky ads nonstop this time of year, and I was mocking them mercilessly this weekend. I can't stand their stupid accents, their rah-rah bullshit about "faaaamily vaaaaalyews." If they gave a shit about family values, they'd pay their workers a living wage, let them unionize and open at a decent hour on Black Friday, so their workers could actually enjoy the holiday.
Thanksgiving was nice. I got there Wednesday evening and Mom and I drove around a bit doing errands. When we got home, I baked the pumpkin pie (using the pumpkin puree I'd mashed in early October). Didn't get to sleep in on The Day, unfortunately, so I wasn't as alert as I would've liked. I've noticed that when I'm really tired, it's harder for me to go to bed at a decent hour. I'm too tired to exert myself to wash my face, etc. Anyway, I did get a chance to nap. Jane, Bob, Tom and Will came over. Will was his usual geeky self, although he's progressed immeasurably in the field of social skills. He needs to learn when to let others have a say, though.
I pretty much spent most of the next few days proofreading--Carol sent me a proof that needed to be back early this week, so I stayed in and plowed through it on Friday and Saturday. Even if I didn't have that to do, I wouldn't have gotten up early in the morning to join the frenzy. Every year that bothers me more and more. I cannot conceive of spending my Thanksgiving obsessing about getting up early the next day to...shop. I mean, don't those people have family in town? Didn't they stay up reasonably late on The Day stuffing their faces with yummy turkey and gravy and stuffing, and calling distant relatives and wishing them Happy Thanksgiving? Or watching holiday movies? What in God's name would possess them to get up so early just to...shop? I just don't get it. And I don't think it's only because I'm not a morning person. Part of me really pities these people, because I think that's a terrible way to spend your holiday. But part of me wants to slap them for buying into such a stupid value system. The worst part is that it doesn't only affect them--I feel worst for the minimum wage workers who are forced to get up at 4 or 3 am in order to open the store at 5 or 6. (5:00 am. Let's really think about that--5:00 am. Unbelievable. The parking lot is full at 5:00 am. The sun isn't close to rising at that point. Their body clocks are completely messed up, they've probably dragged the kids and ruined their sleep as well--for a TV? An Elmo doll?) Of course this ruins the Thanksgiving Day of the workers as well, since they have to go to bed at 7:00 or 8:00 pm.
WalMart runs their tacky ads nonstop this time of year, and I was mocking them mercilessly this weekend. I can't stand their stupid accents, their rah-rah bullshit about "faaaamily vaaaaalyews." If they gave a shit about family values, they'd pay their workers a living wage, let them unionize and open at a decent hour on Black Friday, so their workers could actually enjoy the holiday.
