Sometimes I think I hate my job. Then I walk by a guy in Times Square at 6:45 in the morning in the freezing cold with a bottle of generic Windex and a roll of paper towels and he is cleaning garbage cans. Then I think my job is not so bad. Then there are things at my job that tend to stress me out or piss me off. Then I think about what I'm going to eat for lunch. Then I order my lunch from a guy who stands in front of a deli grill for many hours a day. Then I eat my lunch. Then I usually enjoy the rest of my day.

Then I get an email confirming the fact that we are getting a pretty sweet year-end bonus. Lucky for me, my cousin Eddie will not have to drive to my boss' house in a Winnebago and kidnap him. I can finally put in that pool I've been dreaming about!

So in conclusion, my job ain't that bad. And I am getting more money.

It truly is a Christmas miracle! God bless us everyone!