As December 25th approaches, I am beginning to hate Christmas more and more. Why does everything have to be so DAMN difficult? I'm told I'm getting 500 boxes of merchandise and I get 1000 instead. I can't find enough people to hire and the ones I do have on staff suddenly have amnesia..."What? I never said I could work the day after Thanksgiving!?!"
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
I have a four year degree that I could be using, but instead I've stuck it out in retail. What was supposed to be a part-time gig has become a life sentence. I am sure my parents are so proud of me! Well, it seemed like a good idea a the time. When I graduated from college, there was such a glut of graduates in the market, that people had trouble getting jobs. I had a ready made full-time job just waiting for me! Retail Manager! Oh, lucky me!
We are trying to plan ahead for the holidays. Who is going to run the registers, greet the customers, bag the merchanidse, put out stock? My supervisor's biggest concern is who is going to stock the floor for the day after Christmas; no one wants to stay late on Christmas Eve for THAT! I assured her, it wouldn't be a problem. The customers are just going to return everything they were bought or were given for Christmas so the floor will be filled back up in no time! I mean, does anyone really keep anything they are given??
The worst is having to be the one to tell a customer their gift is crap. You know what I mean! There is inevitably someone who comes in with a gift that was purchased two years ago and is now worth .99 or less. And they get pissed at us! Then they say, "I'll give it charity before I let you have it for .99!" I never got that one. What makes you think I want it back? I absolutely support giving it to charity!
And BOXES! Don't get me started on the boxes. Who started the ridiculous trend of giving out free boxes to wrap gifts in? I can only imagine how much that costs the company to supply free boxes to people to are perfectly capable of going to the store and buying a box or nice gift bag themselves. You'd think the world was going to end if you run out of boxes..."Well, how am I supposed to give a gift if you don't have boxes?!" I work in a very affluent area and the box issue is big. I guess that's how they got to be affluent.
I can't wait to have to mop my floor DAILY to clean up the french fries, sodas, gum, fruit juice, smoothies, cherrioes, and goldfish that will get spilled...everywhere. What happended to the days of "No Food or Drink" in the store? I love have to scrape boogers off my front windows as well. And inevitably, some kid will pee on the floor because either the parents were ignoring him/her or the kid was too engrossed assessing all the possbile loot they could whine for and refused to leave the store, just peeing right there, on the floor. Thank goodness for tile, but parents always treat it like it's MY problem. Hey, housebreak your kid, bitch!
Ah, we are week from all hell breaking loose! Wish me luck! And you can wish me a Merry Christmas if you want, I promised not to sue, yell, whine, complain, or get offended. -Ellie Oxnard
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