My schedule this holiday season has been to work. One of the other supervisor's is off, so the another supervisor and myself both had to work Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Year's Eve, and New Year's Day. I was in an every day is the same state of mind, and then this happened:
December 30th. I am at Trader Joe's, getting some items for the fajitas I plan on making that night. Also, to buy some ground turkey to blend with the meatloaf mix of beef, pork, and veal I had purchased at Byerly's for the next night. The cashier was a young (17?) and energetic young girl. She greeted me warmly and then asked if I was using the ground turkey for dinner that night. I said no, that I was making Mexican. She said "Cool!" I then followed up saying the ground turkey was for the meatloaf I was making the next night. She looked at me, incredulously, and said, "You're making meatloaf for New Years Eve???"
Yup. I was. That's what my life has come to. Meatloaf on New Year's Eve.
It was good fucking meatloaf, too.