Tonight was a pleasant surprise that my retail job put a Christmas tree up in the breakroom. I don't have one up at home this year. It was even nicer that each of us had a Christmas stocking with a candy cane in it.
Mimi is my childhood nickname. So, looking through the tree, I found my nickname written on a stocking. How thoughtful.
The funny thing about Christmas time shoppers, from a retailer point of view, is that it's supposed to be about giving more than receiving. It's supposed to be a joyful time of year. We have some of the most impatient people with horrible attitudes toward some of the employees sometimes. This is the commercialism part of the holidays that I so very much wish would disappear.
Some parents send their kids off to go play in the toy section while they shop. Some people open up products and try on the good-smelling stuff and then not buy it. And then young adults do things like make every noise-making toy go off. I had just cleaned the toy area and organized everything. I was called to back up a cashier and then was released to take my break, only to find someone had taken my hard work and put them on the floor.
'Tis the season.
Some parents send their kids off to go play in the toy section while they shop. Some people open up products and try on the good-smelling stuff and then not buy it. And then young adults do things like make every noise-making toy go off. I had just cleaned the toy area and organized everything. I was called to back up a cashier and then was released to take my break, only to find someone had taken my hard work and put them on the floor.
'Tis the season.
