not so christmasy
yeah so yesterday didn't feel like christmas at all. I was talking with the people at work, and we were saying how ever since we started working at target, christmas just doesn't feel like christmas. Between work and hating soccer, christmas just kind of jumped up on me. Don't get me wrong, I had a great christmas with my family because I never see them and they're so much fun. But even on Christmas Eve, I didn't feel like the big day was the next day, and then it came, and today, it felt like it was never even christmas. I mean, yeah I got the presents and I spent time with my family. But it didn't feel like anything special. I miss being so excited that I can't sleep. But yesterday, I woke up at like 630 and I just wanted to keep sleeping.
And then today, some guy went freakin insane on me! He comes in to return this bike that was given to his granddaughter, and I ask for the receipt and if there's anything wrong with it like I always do. And I do the return as normal, and then like an hour later, he comes back and just starts chewing me out, saying that his Santa brought his granddaughter the bike, and that we need to be a little more thoughtful, and "don't you remember when you were a little kid and believed in santa, it was only a few years ago?" blah blah blah. And then he got mad that people at the store were wearing santa hats because it just makes it look like santa isn't real, etc etc etc. I felt so bad, but I was also like "don't bring your freaking granddaughter if you're returning something from 'Santa'....FREAKING IDIOT!" Whatev. Work wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, and I survived.
later,
caiter
And then today, some guy went freakin insane on me! He comes in to return this bike that was given to his granddaughter, and I ask for the receipt and if there's anything wrong with it like I always do. And I do the return as normal, and then like an hour later, he comes back and just starts chewing me out, saying that his Santa brought his granddaughter the bike, and that we need to be a little more thoughtful, and "don't you remember when you were a little kid and believed in santa, it was only a few years ago?" blah blah blah. And then he got mad that people at the store were wearing santa hats because it just makes it look like santa isn't real, etc etc etc. I felt so bad, but I was also like "don't bring your freaking granddaughter if you're returning something from 'Santa'....FREAKING IDIOT!" Whatev. Work wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, and I survived.
later,
caiter