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A toss-up between Easter and Christmas.
My second job (the one I work with Sunnygirl) is in freakin' gift wrap. Our corportate thinks it's a real swell idea to send out free gift wrap cards to our credit card customers. Which wouldn't be all that bad, except everyone saves them until the last three days before the holiday to get everything wrapped. People will come up to our counter and look at the wrap and ask us if that's all we have. Oh, no, we're saving the solid gold stuff for you. It's in the back. They all think they can wrap gifts better than we can, and nothing is more annoying than wrapping presents and being told a) to take off the price tag five times and b) how to fold the item in the box. Then you've got the idiots who run in on Christmas Eve and wonder why we're out of things.
Easter stinks for me because it is my sister-in-law's holiday. I get dragged every year to her and my brother's house to be tortured by her side of the family, who are a poor man's version of the Osbornes, complete with the stoner brother-in-law, anal retentive sister, and two children trying really hard to portray teenage agnst (I did it so much better in my day!). On top of everything else, my sister-in-law is a terrible cook, and I usually spend the rest of Easter with severe intestinal distress.
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