The company that my husband works for, which I will refrain from mentioning by name, has absolutely no soul. Honestly. They claim to be quite Catholic and at the same time operate by the "I will degrade you until I have successfully slaughter every ounce of dignity" business model. Much like the Dementors.
Dementors strive to leave their victims hopeless. You know, like Adrian's bosses do. All Harry Potter references aside, I do believe that his bosses and supervisors do what they can to constantly remind the workers that they are the lowest of the low. Need to leave an hour early? Not unless you're dying. Give you a Sunday off? Of course not! Then you might go to church. Do your work, bare minimum please, and do not speak. We do not want your ideas and we do not care about your humanity. Oh and Quality Control, please don't cause any waves, regardless of how it will improve the quality of the product.
Which all is to say that Adrian works Christmas Day. Which leaves me in a predicament each year. They do, in fact, have Christmas Eve off. And so, last year I decided to spend Christmas Eve with Adrian and his family. Then on the 25th, we woke up super early and headed to the airport where Adrian dropped me off so I could make the earliest flight to Maine and he could go to work. Merry 1st Christmas. My family celebrates with a Christmas Day lunch at around 1pm. So the goal was to make it to the lunch. I figured, even if I was in an airport on Christmas Day, at least I was headed in the direction of family.
The alternative being staying at home in the apartment alone, waiting for Adrian's shift to finish. Which sounds like either a Dementor feeding frenzy or a potential Home Alone situation. Neither of which I care for.
So the dilemma this year? I'm having an incredibly difficult time finding a reasonably-priced flight on Christmas morning that will land me in Maine in time to celebrate with my family. And that will not require someone leaving the festivities to pick me up. The lowest price I can find is a one-way at $375, with one stop. The non-stops? Oh those run around $600, one-way. The more reasonable flights (around $175) land around 5pm.
So my dear friends, what do I do? Pay the extra to get in on time to celebrate with my family, bypass the Dementors and hope that both flights go smoothly? Or pay a much more manageable amount, but spend most of my day in the airport and miss the big lunch? Or stay in Chicago Christmas Day and wait for Adrian (because he would love to spend Christmas Day with me) and fly out the next day?
What would you do, my friends?
One day I hope to live a much more normal life in which my husband won't face daily Dementor attacks and we will be free to fly home for the Holidays without such dilemmas. Better yet, we'll live at Home and won't have to fly at all.