I have lost count of the number of Susan Boyle albums I have sold to gleeful Grannies. I have lost count of the number of times I've been asked "where are the men's toilets?" I haven't lost track of how much I hate Susan Boyle's voice, or how mundane Michael Buble is, or how if I ever meet some lamer called "Pitbull" I'm going to kick him in the teeth.
I don't feel very Christmas-y at all, which is a shame. My feet hurt, my ears are sort of ringing, and my tongue is kinda sore from biting - you can't talk back in retail. If I could, I would have told the arse who yelled at me today because I wouldn't sell him an iPod because we don't stock them to learn some sodding manners.
On the plus side, Emma and I have done lots of dancing.
And I have two new pairs of black shoes that aren't boring, are mostly comfortable and good for work or whatever I end up doing.
And we close at 6pm tomorrow, which is the earliest in about 3 weeks!!!!!
Merry Christmas All
Ugh. Not very updatey or interesting. Wait till after the Boxing Day sales
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*sends commiserations and willpower to help with the next few days of sales*
Merry Christmas! Your parcel should arrive in a couple of days =D
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