So I've decided I have mixed emotions about this whole "Thanksgiving" thing. ;)
Don't get me wrong. I love the food and the family atmosphere...
but gosh dang that Black Friday!
Holy Cow!
It was such a rough day. The thing is though, it was rough emotionally. All this emphasis was put on sales and warranties. They didn't care how you did it as long as you got your sale! It really makes you think twice about Thanksgiving because you know what's waiting around the corner.
Once the day is done and all the leftovers have been put away; once Dad is in a pumpkin pie induced coma in his favorite chair and Mom is loading up the dishwasher for the fifth time...it all sets in. You sit down and realize that in t-minus 6 hours you're going to be getting up to go to work at 3:30 in the morning. (Granted, I didn't work the opening shift, but I did have friends who did.) For the rest of us who get to sleep in until 10:00 a.m. the alarm is met with a certain amount of reproach. It's silenced as we pry ourselves from our warm covers. We march to the shower grudgingly...and even more angrily eat a mass of left-over mashed potatoes for breakfast. As you pull up to your place of employment you realize you're going to have to park all the way out by Factory Card Outlet and walk to the building in the dismal freezing rain. This is not a good omen. You open the door.
Lines to the escalators.
Product all over the floor.
Customers swearing at their misbehaving children, or even better, ignoring them.
Harried managers running around with torn receipts in their hands.
Footwear associates with a basketball in one hand and a fishing pole in the other.
A pile of treadmills, ping pong tables, and recumbent bikes all in line to be loaded into the eagerly waiting customers' mini-van. (Eager to escape this mass chaos.)
All the while a "merry" mix of classic Christmas carols jingling over head.
What a magical day.
Yes as I was standing at the front door of our store waiting to enter the building a familiar movie clip came to mind...
You know the one, where Forrest Gump gets shot in "the buttocks."
Was I going into Dick's Sporting Goods or 'Nam?
Don't get me wrong. I love the food and the family atmosphere...
but gosh dang that Black Friday!
Holy Cow!
It was such a rough day. The thing is though, it was rough emotionally. All this emphasis was put on sales and warranties. They didn't care how you did it as long as you got your sale! It really makes you think twice about Thanksgiving because you know what's waiting around the corner.
Once the day is done and all the leftovers have been put away; once Dad is in a pumpkin pie induced coma in his favorite chair and Mom is loading up the dishwasher for the fifth time...it all sets in. You sit down and realize that in t-minus 6 hours you're going to be getting up to go to work at 3:30 in the morning. (Granted, I didn't work the opening shift, but I did have friends who did.) For the rest of us who get to sleep in until 10:00 a.m. the alarm is met with a certain amount of reproach. It's silenced as we pry ourselves from our warm covers. We march to the shower grudgingly...and even more angrily eat a mass of left-over mashed potatoes for breakfast. As you pull up to your place of employment you realize you're going to have to park all the way out by Factory Card Outlet and walk to the building in the dismal freezing rain. This is not a good omen. You open the door.
Lines to the escalators.
Product all over the floor.
Customers swearing at their misbehaving children, or even better, ignoring them.
Harried managers running around with torn receipts in their hands.
Footwear associates with a basketball in one hand and a fishing pole in the other.
A pile of treadmills, ping pong tables, and recumbent bikes all in line to be loaded into the eagerly waiting customers' mini-van. (Eager to escape this mass chaos.)
All the while a "merry" mix of classic Christmas carols jingling over head.
What a magical day.
Yes as I was standing at the front door of our store waiting to enter the building a familiar movie clip came to mind...
You know the one, where Forrest Gump gets shot in "the buttocks."
Was I going into Dick's Sporting Goods or 'Nam?
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So this is the Black Friday on which I applied enough pressure to my humorous to split it into three pieces. It was a painful day for us both...
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