We've BTDT, I suppose, but how about some stories? Sad, funny, somewhere in-between, we all have at least a few about the lovely and time-honored practice of jocks working holidays. Christmas was one of the worst, especially if you were a single guy, because those with kids usually got some consideration on Christmas Eve and Day, while it was a given you'd pick up the slack. "You won't mind, you don't have kids, right?"
My saddest/weirdest was my first Christmas Eve in radio. Me being single, the PD hung the morning show on me, which meant no going home until that was over. I spent Christmas Eve in a bar; the bartender, a woman with nowhere to go, and me. Bizarre, almost like some dark one act play. It was snowing, too, a nice touch. Deserted streets, blowing snow, Christmas music faintly whispering somewhere off in the distance, and there we were, sitting at a bar. Kind of creeps me out to this day...
My saddest/weirdest was my first Christmas Eve in radio. Me being single, the PD hung the morning show on me, which meant no going home until that was over. I spent Christmas Eve in a bar; the bartender, a woman with nowhere to go, and me. Bizarre, almost like some dark one act play. It was snowing, too, a nice touch. Deserted streets, blowing snow, Christmas music faintly whispering somewhere off in the distance, and there we were, sitting at a bar. Kind of creeps me out to this day...