Christmas jobs.
It was a thankless job, being a janitor.
The shift pattern was arranged for some reason that some workers got a holiday in June, with the entire month off, and some in December.
Some liked one option, some the other, depending if they preferred a holiday lazing in the sun, or actually liked being with their family.

I vastly preferred the summer holiday, so usually took the Christmas shift.

One of the tasks was the unblocking of the toilets.
For some reason nobody could work out, the toilets seemed to block on a daily basis during December, at least until Christmas day, sometimes a bit more.
Perhaps the festive diet?

So, every day, I'd have to open up one of the doors to the toilets, and be faced with a special present to dispose of, subtly different every day.

At this point I was living in a flat, with the formidable landlady, Mrs Harrow.
We got on well, as did I with her daughter, Anne, who I came to quite fancy.
Anne was planning on studying at a Scottish university, though she was unsure how she'd manage it.

Eventually, I decided to give up the job, though I really enjoyed it in some ways, and support my girl as she went through university. Our own flat was a wonderful change!

So, to sum up.
I used to be an Advent-turder, but then I took Anne Harrow to Dundee.
(speedevil, Sat 24 Dec 2011, 9:49, 4 replies)

Probably bad form admitting to it, but...
...I laughed heartily at this. Have a Christmas click.
( .Yeti., Sat 24 Dec 2011, 10:05, closed)

So your story is 'I killed an already unfunny meme'?

( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Sat 24 Dec 2011, 11:52, closed)

What?

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Sat 24 Dec 2011, 18:33, closed)

This is either the best or worst attempt I've ever seen.
I'll decide when I'm sober, then come round and kill you.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Sun 25 Dec 2011, 2:55, closed)