The Grinch Is Alive and Well, and Living at My Place of Employment

He's a mean one ...

He’s a mean one …

‘Twas the day before Christmas and all through the office, lowly workers were awaiting the arrival of “Santa” with the annual Christmas bonus.  After all, there had been no raises for 10 years, but there had been annual bonuses at Christmas time – was a bonus this year too much to expect?

The boss whipped his employees into a frenzy completing last-minute projects before the long holiday, and the employees worked diligently and quietly, while listening to the boss’s phone call with his investment advisor:

“Transfer $20,000 from this account to that account.”

“Buy more of that ABC stock, say about $20,000 worth.”

“Oh, and let’s give $25,000 to the XYZ charity so I can get the tax deduction for it this year.”

Surely, with all that money floating around, a relatively small bonus to his faithful servants would be in order.

You would think so, wouldn’t you?  Nope, not even a jelly-of-the-month-club subscription.

WTF.

Bah, humbug.

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Despite the foregoing, I want to wish all my readers a Merry Christmas (or Happy Holidays, if that’s your preference)!  Be sure to join me tomorrow for Paul  Curran’s very special Christmas story.

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This is Me, Asking for Help…

Our good blogging friend, Karen J, needs our help. You’ve all seen her wonderful, funny comments all over the blogosphere, and some of you have received her help when you needed it. Personally, were it not for Karen J’s emotional support at the beginning of my blogging career, you would not be reading this post now. Please, if you can pony up even a few dollars, that would be appreciated. You can donate on GoFundMe (link is in the post), or to PayPal (kmjohannessen@yahoo.com). I’ve given what I can – now it’s up to the rest of you, if you can help a fellow blogger get past the rough spot in her life. I don’t imagine it was easy for her to write this post.

PS:  Read what she says on the GoFundMe site.  It could just as easily be any of us in the current economy.

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I just did [a thing] that I’ve been resisting for a long lo-o-o-ng time.

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I sat down and wrote honestly about myself, and some of the ways I’ve been less-than-together (under-statement of the century) in my Real Life, and then Actually. Ask. for Help! (Progress, right?) (Thank you, Ash and Shanna and everyone who’s ever written about how vital that is.)

The next step is to ‘make that visible’, because, well, *writing it*, committing it to screen is one thing (Yay, Me), but if nobody can actually *see it*, it still doesn’t do much good, right?

So, here’s Me (Ms. Karen Johannessen in Chicago, Illinois, USA), being vulnerable and visible at the same time: gofund.me/j1z7k8.

All the heavy-duty resisting and denial I’ve done in the last year (decade?) – about losing the house, editing my stuff (by definition: eliminating options!), getting what’s left packed up and mostly stashed out…

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Although, I *Would* Like a [Re]Gift Pony (ReGifted)

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Lots of bloggers seem to be re-publishing posts during this holiday season, and I want to be a “big blogger,” too.  This post previously ran for my birthday earlier this year, but the subject matter is certainly appropriate for Christmas.  If you’re still trying to figure out the perfect gift for the hard-to-please person, you might want to keep the following in mind:

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My birthday (never mind which one!) was last month, which brings me to the subject(s) of today’s post:

What do you do when you receive a gift from someone you really don’t like?

My gut reaction is to simply tell that person I hate him/her and to take that gift and …. but you get the drift, and I’m a polite person. So what I usually do is accept with a gracious “Oh, that’s so thoughtful. Thank you.

If the gift is something I like, even though I don’t like the giver, I will use it/spend it/whatever, feeling slightly guilty at the time of using/spending/whatever.

If the gift is, like the giver, unpalatable to me, I do one of four things: throw it out, donate it to some unsuspecting charity, store it away in case anyone I know ever has a use for it, or immediately re-gift it.

Which brings me to the next question:

How do you feel about re-gifting?

I don’t know about others, but I personally feel guilty any time I re-gift something. And I always get caught!

A few years back, I re-gifted a restaurant certificate I had received and had no use for. The recipient of my re-gift was my mother-in-law. I knew she often ate at that restaurant and would enjoy the certificate since she is on fixed income.  And she was happy to receive it – however, I realized my error when she said in a confused voice, “This is very nice, but why am I getting it from [name of person who originally gave the certificate to me]?”

Of course, that works both ways. My mother-in-law once gave me a set of very nice bed sheets, forgetting that they were the same sheets I had given her a couple of years earlier.

So, the next question, of course, is:

GeeThanksHow do you handle your own gift being re-gifted to you?

In the aforementioned re-gifting scenario, I am very proud of the fact that I simply acknowledged the thoughtfulness of the gift without letting on that I had ever set eyes on it before.

I understand, of course, that one of the reasons people re-gift is a desire to show affection or respect, accompanied by a lack of funds. And I’m OK with that.

At an office holiday party years ago, I received a basket made up of obviously discarded candles and bath gels. I use neither. But the giver was a young lady we had only just hired and who had been unemployed for some time. I knew from talking to her that she had suffered serious financial hardships and had no excess money, so again, I accepted the gift with the usual “That’s so thoughtful. Thank you.” And then promptly threw everything away once I got home.

What about people who can afford not to re-gift but do so anyway?

This one really ticks me off. I don’t mind if a family member or close friend gives me something like a gift card that they have received and have no use for so long as they acknowledge that as being the case. I often re-gift store cards and restaurant certificates to my own kids because I know they have little or no money left after making their student loan, rent or mortgage, and car payments.

StatueWhat annoys me are those people who re-gift simply because they’re cheapskates.

Do you really think that hideous neon-colored plaster naked lady statue is going to look any better in my home than yours? OK, so maybe you do think that (you stuck up, arrogant bitch), but what makes you think I want it in my home instead of yours?

When it works.

As I said, re-gifting of store and restaurant certificates is usually OK with me, provided they’re for establishments I normally frequent.

Before I developed my ulcerative colitis, I often received other people’s cast-off fruitcakes. That was fine with me, too, because I was one of the few people on the face of this earth who actually liked fruitcake.

Is there a point to this post?

Probably not. But if there is, it would be this:

Even re-gifting requires some thought. Don’t just give other people crap you don’t want for the sake of having something to wrap up. Think a little – will the recipient be appreciative of the gift in question and able to use it, or will it likely be re-gifted to someone else, who will then re-gift it to someone else, ad infinitum. If it’s really just junk, throw it out and save the rest of us the grief.

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Christmas Songs Shouldn’t Make You Cry

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I’m not a Christmas-y kind of person, so I seldom listen to the traditional holiday songs.

However, I do love Trans-Siberian Orchestra, especially their Christmas CD, Christmas Eve and Other Stories.

The first time I listened to the CD, I thought it was about a young husband and wife who had a fight, which resulted in her leaving.  He prays that she be kept safe and free from harm, and that she will find her way home.

Sure, I thought – if you weren’t such a jerk, maybe she wouldn’t have left to begin with.  You deserve to spend Christmas alone.  Make your own f*g dinner.  Ho Ho Ho.

But just about this time last year, I was driving home from work, playing the CD.  In the middle of the man’s prayer, it suddenly occurred to me – maybe it’s a dad whose teenage daughter ran away from home.  Oh no!  What if one of my girls had left home right before Christmas because we argued (and God knows it could easily have happened) – how would I feel not knowing where she was and whether she was safe?

Since that day, every time I play that CD, it makes me cry.  Twice.  Once when the father is praying for his daughter’s safety, and again when he learns that she is on her way home.

PulledOverReally, I should just stop listening to the darn thing.  What would I say to the cop who pulls me over because I went through a red light that I couldn’t see through the tears?  Unless he’s a dad himself, my explanation probably won’t win him over.

As I write this very short post, I thank heavens that all of my girls are grown and live within a couple of miles of me.  We will all be getting together on Christmas Day.

My heart goes out to anyone whose loved ones are far away during this very special season.  May your stories have as happy an ending as the one in Christmas Eve and Other Stories.

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