Let me tell you a little story about the holidays and retail ...
While it doesn't seem humanly possible, it both sucks and blows.
It, like waitressing, is one of those shitty/stressful customer service jobs that everyone should have to endure.
Just so that they know what it's like.
To have 10 tables and the kitchen got the order wrong or you can't work a fucking computer menu correctly.
But back to what it's like to work 40 hours a week in retail.
Christmas shopping brings out the motherfucking worst in people.
It's soul-crushing how rude and generally put-out people act over everything.
All these bitches on their cell phones, being all condescending to me like I'm some sort of degenerate. I have a degree, thank you. I'm very proud of that.
So working has sucked up all my time.
Time I would have spent doing fun things, like sitting by the fire and drinking eggnog or watching movies with my family or seeing lots of friends, or looking at Christmas lights. I didn't even get to watch The old-school Grinch.
But I'm kinda grateful too. Some days I just get to see how fucking dope life is. Plus, I get by with a little help with my friends, too.
And it's cold. And no matter what, I fucking love Christmas.
Today I pinned a fluffy feathered owl to my shoulder which stared longingly into my eyes and referred to it as, "My friend, Stockton."
Yeah, that's so my life.
#46 - Pretend that blinkers are optional and that stop signs are only suggestions.
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