the spirit of the season...

Distracted by the pleasures of abusing staff discounts, rolling into work at 11am, and other retail perks, I had forgotten how much I hate working retail at Christmas time. This will be my third stint as a holiday worker (HMV and Williams Sonoma being the first two) and it doesn't get any less frustrating with age. In fact, the older I get, the wiser I get, the stupider everyone else gets (or so it seems).

And it is precisely because of this frustration that I have been absent from the blogosphere. You see, dear, loyal readers, at this time of year there are so many stupid people passing through the doors at the shop that by the time I get my hands on a computer the stories are jumbled and repressed. And it's so busy at the store that I don't have time to jot down little things here and there to help me remember later on.

So please, in this most festive of seasons, find it in your hearts to forgive me. I'll do my best to bring some amusing tales to your attention, but after a certain point, and after a certain amount of idiotic repetition, things become less about comedy and more about me wanting to stab myself in the jugular with a ballpoint pen sharpened candy cane.