I don’t know if I ever told you guys, but I didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving this past year.
As they did the past few years, my family went to Connecticut. I, however, had to work at 5PM on Thanksgiving at my old job in Atlantic City. Therefore, I stayed alone in the ghost town of Sea Isle City, with nothing but a bowl of turkey, mashed potatoes, and stuffing from Wawa to warm my soul.
If that didn’t make you feel bad for me, consider the fact that I also had to work the 6:30AM shift on New Years Day, so I wasn’t able to go out for New Years Eve, or even stay awake to watch the ball drop for that matter.
I have since gotten a new, tremendously superior job, and am currently in the process of moving. But I still feel the need to make up for the lost holidays that my former job stole from me.