Merry Christmas, you're fired!
I made it. I made it all the way to Christmas without getting the blues. I very nearly got fired recently, but that doesn't count because it had absolutely nothing to do with Christmas and everything to do with the fact that everyone has their breaking point and my boss found mine. She not only found my breaking point, but she bitch stomped it with golf cleats. And at that precise moment, the moment when word vomit came up and I told her what I really thought, I knew that it was quite likely going to be my last day as an assistant in a commercial art gallery.
Luckily the owner of my company is pretty understanding. So a slap on the wrist later, I still have my job. My boss didn't speak to me for a week, but you'll never hear me complain about that.
I hope everyone is having as good a holiday as I am having so far.