I just wanted to have a good old moan really about working in retail over Christmas, as i'm not 'allowed' to moan on the 'discussion boards' at work ... what's the point of them if you can't bitch?
Firstly, Christmas music in November!?!? i ask you. Not only is most of it terrible, but we have the ONE brilliant song, 'Fairytale Of New York' COVERED!!! by Ronan Kretin and some faux Irish woman who murders her part and changes the best line ... bloody blasphemy.
Secondly, Santa's Sodding Grotto!?!? Which is once again stationed just yards from our shop ... You spend 364 days a year telling your kids not to approach strange men with beards, then you go and sit them on a weird blokes knee.
To my credit, when my parents took me at the age of four, i screamed the grotto down.
Thirdly, we've been given sahes to wear to make us more 'visible' ... i wore mine for 30 mins before i refused to participate. i was soooo angry; they look ridiculous, they get in the way, we're a goddamn bookstore, not a Miss World competition, and i still had a customer come up and say "Do you work here?"
Lastly (i'm sure there's more i could rant about, but time presses ever onward) why do some parents take their toddlers shopping between 9 and 10pm. We had some poor mite yesterday, wailing like a foghorn. You didn't have to be a mother to recognise it as a tired cry.
All the mother could say was "Awww, what's the matter", then "Shhh, i'm trying to look for this book", then "Can you shutup".
I was about to make a citizens arrest for child cruelty ... or at least shout, "Can't you tell that the poor kid is bloody knackered". She'd probably been dragged round every store in the centre just to satisfy her mother's blood lust for designer jeans and books about Jordan.
Some people make my blood boil.
Rant over, i'm off to get Morrissey to make it all better.