The Santa thing niggled me today. Just sat there for hours, chatting to the elf how about disorganised this whole place was.
The only 'customer' was a woman who came in with her baby, the baby being a dog. She insisted that Santa has a picture with the dog, and then she wasn't satisfied with the picture and came back in, the poor dog at this point was nervous and bit me several times and pissed on me...we had over twenty pictures taken, it took ages. She was never satisfied, mostly with my expressions and I was running out of patience. Eventually, nearly ten minutes later, we got one she liked. I decided then that I don't need the work, I'm 37, this isn't fun, this isn't for me and that I should quit as Santa...just as the others have done already. It was more enjoyable last year.
A couple of lovely private drum lessons after, all good there, and then the Christmas special of Bants. A small audience and my MC-ing skills were as haphazard as ever but all of the acts seemed to have a nice time. It's a nice gig, this one, it just needs more than 6 people to watch it.
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