Disclaimer: I disclaim.

Zuko didn't like his job.

You can say he hated his job.

You can even go as far as saying that he loathed, despised, or even abhorred his job.

It paid well enough; he got twenty bucks an hour just for sitting around, yet no amount of money could repair the damage done to his dignity, or his ego. As he wondered how he got talked into this, a group of giggling teenaged girls approached him. One sat on his lap and whispered into his ear,

"I've been nice all year, Santa. But now I'm ready to be naughty."

Yes, Zuko hated his job. And that, my friend, is an understatement.

A/N- For the record, I do not celebrate Christmas. I just thought of this and had to put it up.