Why oh why does Christmas fall in the middle of the week?

So,,trying to feel the waters out for NYC at work today, I want to get reservations made and tickets bought ASAP. Keep in mind I am new here just over 2 months so I have no seniority to speak of. Anyhow,  my dream would be to leave on the am on the 23rd and drive to NYC, however, we are open the 23rd and the 24th until noon, and we have to have 2 staff here to man the centre. Dosen’t mean I will have to be, there are other staff who might do it, but I know that no one will want to, I am just crossing my fingers and hoping I don’t have to work until noon on Christmas eve. Believe me the last thing I want to be doing on Evan’s death-versary is working. People just don’t seem to get it, I told them all what happened, but seniority and/or people with living children that are out of school/daycare for the holiday get first dibs. Whatever, sorry my child died so I don’t get to spend this Christmas with him thus making me a priority group.

Whatever, if I have to I have to, I will deal and I will not let this ruin my NYC trip. If we have to arrive on the 25th then so be it, we can do a broadway show on the 26th and stay until the 28th, cause those people who have to work the 23/24th won’t have to work the 29th/30th I have been told. It still sucks.

Let’s just hope for the best, I will work it out one way or another. I have made up my mind and when I do-look out, I am out to get it. Let’s hope this works for a child too, this will and drive.

*** Decided to go back and make this a friends only post to protect, oh you know, my job, in case it’s viewed as me bad mouthing co-workers or whatever, I love my job afterall.

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β€œLife is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.” β€” Albert Einstein. When it feels like your world has been shattered, and you have reached rock bottom, you must make a choice: Stay where you are and fade away, or keep moving forward. Thankfully I chose to move forward and was blessed with the two most wonderful children after the death of my first in early labor. Things are looking up.

Posted on November 18, 2008, in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Excuse my language, it is royally fucked up that they aren’t showing you any leniency/compassion regarding Evan’s angelversary. I’d be furious and giving them hell about it, but then again, I am hormonal and irrational during pregnancy πŸ˜‰
    I really hope it works out. It has to. It’d be too cruel for you to spend that week, let alone that day, any way other than perfect and remembering beautiful Evan.
    ❀

    • I know right…..Fuck! and get this, the women who I discussed it with has a 5 year old child. She has been very aloof about the Evan thing since I told her, kinda like not wanting to talk about it. In fact in the same discussion she said ya you should get away now while you can, when you have children it will be much harder…Wow! Clueless.

      • Yeah, right — getting away with a live child is so much harder than MOURNING AND GRIEVING FOR YOUR CHILD YOU WILL NEVER HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO DO ANYTHING WITH.
        Wow. See, this is why I like to avoid people. I’m so sorry you had to deal with that 😦

      • I honestly am getting used to it. So many people including our mothers, just don’t get it, don’t want to talk about it, this is should hurt less now that it’s been a whole year. It’s like unless you have been there, felt it, its so hard to get how much it tears apart your soul. One of the worst parts for me is remembering clearly what I was doing at this time last year, worst moments of my life, I remember the pain to clearly and fear sometimes if I really “Go there again” I will just lose my mind entirely. My eyes well up and throat lumps even trying. I hate it. I wish I could forget last Christmas and New Years entirely and just remember the pregnancy, The memorie is just horrific.

      • Ugh, I know exactly what you mean! The actual pregnancy is one thing… but the memories, the smells, the deja vu, the nostalgia… so fucking hard. I don’t blame you – I know I am going to be a discombobulated mess soon, too. And it’s beautiful that Evan was born on Christmas Eve – but it’s also such a curse, because that day is forever tainted. It’s such a hyped up, talked about, and anticipated holiday — it exponentially multiplies your own grief and anticipation for it. I’m so sorry for that, but I’ll share with you that Julia died the day before, and was born the day after, my mom’s birthday (her 50th, no less), so though on a lesser scale, she understands a bit of what you’re going through.
        (Oh and I’d like to scream in people’s faces sometimes – “How would you feel if your child was DEAD and you were living every supposedly happy, family holiday WITHOUT THEM? Chew on that, motherfucker. Your kid could be hit by a fucking truck tomorrow, or get leukemia and die by Valentine’s Day, or off themselves because his parents are so fucking insensitive and self-involved. I’m sure you’d be begging for sympathy and understanding and a god damned vacation then, huh????”)
        Stillbirth freakouts are the bomb, yo.

      • I know..these are my secret fantasies as well.

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