...and it's frayed!
These past five days have been five of the worst days of my life. Personal problems aside, having to deal with the last-minute shoppers and having my car die Sunday night have pushed me over the edge. Last night as I lay in bed thinking I wouldn't make it through another day of retail hell, I felt as if my heart was about to give out on me. I literally didn't think I would make it through the night, but I did.
This morning as I dragged my butt out of bed I just kept telling myself, "One more day, just one more day."
I knew that once I got to the store I would be dealing with ornery men, young and old alike, frantically trying to find a gift for their wife (whom they seem to despise) all the while taking it out on me because they waited til the last possible moment to do their shopping.
They'll piss and moan because we don't have a large enough selection of pajamas. They'll tell me their wife is a large woman, about this tall (motioning with hand), then ask me what size she wears. They'll ask me what kind of gemstone earrings would look best on a heavy-set woman.
They'll ask:
"Where are the womens gloves?"
"Where are the womens scarves?"
"Are these all the slippers you have?"
"Are there more in the back?????????"

I'll probably return to work on Thursday with a write-up because I lost it with one asshat (long story) and ended up opening my mouth and saying, "F**k you."
It's official...I HATE Christmas.
.
These past five days have been five of the worst days of my life. Personal problems aside, having to deal with the last-minute shoppers and having my car die Sunday night have pushed me over the edge. Last night as I lay in bed thinking I wouldn't make it through another day of retail hell, I felt as if my heart was about to give out on me. I literally didn't think I would make it through the night, but I did.
This morning as I dragged my butt out of bed I just kept telling myself, "One more day, just one more day."
I knew that once I got to the store I would be dealing with ornery men, young and old alike, frantically trying to find a gift for their wife (whom they seem to despise) all the while taking it out on me because they waited til the last possible moment to do their shopping.
They'll piss and moan because we don't have a large enough selection of pajamas. They'll tell me their wife is a large woman, about this tall (motioning with hand), then ask me what size she wears. They'll ask me what kind of gemstone earrings would look best on a heavy-set woman.
They'll ask:
"Where are the womens gloves?"
"Where are the womens scarves?"
"Are these all the slippers you have?"
"Are there more in the back?????????"

I'll probably return to work on Thursday with a write-up because I lost it with one asshat (long story) and ended up opening my mouth and saying, "F**k you."
It's official...I HATE Christmas.
.
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