Working on Christmas

When you work in a hospital you often end up working holidays... So here I am at work on Christmas morning. I always volunteer to work Christmas because the females I work with have kids and grand kids. I, of course, have no one. I'm childless, loveless, friendless, and even my parents aren't terribly fond of me. Yes, it's very sad.

Do the females I work with appreciate me for working Christmas? No, they do not. They say, "You're such a loser - you might as well work Christmas, what else have you got to do?"

At that, I simply smile humbly and say Merry Christmas... and slowly walk away...

Though I'm unappreciated and misunderstood, I carry on - knowing that Jesus and the apostles are up in heaven and looking down on me in my selflessness. They no doubt whisper amongst themselves, saying - "That Malott is some guy!

My only complaint is with all these sick people. If they had a little more consideration, they'd be home for Christmas and I wouldn't have to work so hard.

Well, Merry Christmas from Malott's Blog.