According to all of the nauseating and very saccharine advertisements, we are now in the holiday season where it’s shop until you drop; go deeper into debt to finance one of the billionaire class’ newest airplane or yacht. To me this is the season of sadness, depression, and hopelessness. I had high hopes that I would have been gainfully employed and might be able to have some fun. But what do they say about hope? You can hope in one hand, crap in the other, and see which gets filled faster.
It used to be that the holiday season began after Thanksgiving and I liked it much better then. Thanksgiving, for some long forgotten reason, has always been my second favorite holiday behind Halloween. I loved Thanksgiving because it was about fellowship. But now that Christmas has suffered from mission creep, Thanksgiving is not fun anymore. I have a standing invite to go to two different Thanksgiving dinners but I am just not feeling it.
One of the problems of the holiday season is the dominant mainstream narrative that you must not be single and must spend-spend-spend and buy-buy-buy. What of the folks like me that are disabled, haven’t been able to find work, and are essentially shut-ins? It’s just going to be bleak, dark, and cold.
The season is made even bleaker by the fact that the only employment opportunity I have is working as an armored car guard for 15.50 an hour. I am so behind in money that all of my earnings have literally been spent before I have actually earned them. Simply putting on a uniform and going to work is enough to make me want to break down and cry. People tell me I should feel lucky but I don’t. Luck would have been getting back into Information Technology after four and half months of hard work to study for, and pass, my Cisco Certified Networking Associate exams.