Anddddd….
bow down, bow down, before the power of Santa
or be crushed, be crushed…
BYYYYYY
his mighty boots of doom!
Archive for December, 2007
25
Dec
Merry Xmas everyone!
24
Dec
Happy Christmas Eve
Well, yesterday was a 10 hour shift, but not so bad, overall.
ANNNDDDDD…..guess who came into the store?
Kevin Smith. No joke. I didn’t actually talk to him, but my manager checked him out…and painfully didn’t realize who it was until AFTER he had left. He was a little devastated.
Today I made cupcakes to bring to my compatriots who DID have to work today (ouch) and am shortly off to the shower to get ready to go to Burgandy’s Xmas party. Yay? Well…I AM going to wear a pretty dress…so I think I’ll put that in the ‘yay’ category.
Tomorrow will be rife with familial obligation…I guess Briggs’ parents and sister have been fighting over who’s house Briggs and I go to. The thing is, his parents also have his step-mom’s sister and her husband coming over, and they are…well…we’d rather go to Burgandy’s.
Last night I made Briggs watch Silent Night Deadly Night with me.
It was at least as dreadful as you imagine.
However, despite the abysmal acting, horrid writing and German subtitles, I rather liked the underlying idea — a young boy is scared by his senile grandfather into believing that Santa horribly punishes children that haven’t been 100 percent good all year. Later that night, his parents are horribly murdered by a man dressed as Santa. He is then put in an orphanage, where, despite the fact that he obviously has Christmas related issues and tends to get rather upset that time of year, the Mother Superior insists that he is fine, and was too young to remember anything about his parents’ murder. She chooses to ignore the clear signs of psychological trauma and treat his acting out wit some good, old-fashioned Christian corporal punishment.
Years later, he is leading a relatively normal life, but when forced to confront negative Christmas-related mental stimuli from his past, and then imbibes alcohol and is confronted with something that equals ‘naughty’ in his mind, he has a psychotic break and goes on a murderous rampage.
It could have been better written, but I think that the underlying psychological basis for the plot might hold up.
Merry Christmas, everyone!!!!!
22
Dec
Ugh.
Because this is the weekend before Christmas, Joseph-Beth has special extended hours — super fun. Tonight we were open until midnight and tomorrow we are open until 9, which is one extra hour tonight and two tomorrow, full of frenzied last-minute shoppers.
I expected to come home exhausted after a trying, busy day that had me running in circles. I expected to have come within hairs-breaths of murdering customers.
I did not expect to have one of the most annoyingly boring days ever.
I was stuck in the children’s department all day…something that has become a regular part of my schedule on Thursdays, that I have been getting somewhat used to one day a week, but was not expecting today–I have been kept on a rotating schedule on the weekends, despite the lack of creativity in my weekday workday, and it makes my time at the bookstore much more enjoyable, and also keeps me familiar with what books and items we have in the various departments.
The worst of it, however, was that the children’s department wasn’t even very busy–and the people that WERE there seemed to either know just what they wanted and where to find it. Few messes were made, no books needed to be placed on the shelves, and overall there was not much to do. I spent all but one hour wandering the end of the second story that houses our small-person literature, searching for books slightly askew, perhaps sticking a quarter of an inch further out than it’s fellows…asking any person who foolishly wandered into the brightly colored department if there was anything I could do to help them…re-organizing the Papo figures, that always end up in such dissaray so quickly (I almost suspect that by morning, they will once again be a tangled mess, due to wild dances when the store is empty)
<–Papo pirates
<–Papo knight
<–papo knights with horses
I hope tomorrow is better.
I think that if I keep getting placed in the children’s department for entire days on a more regular basis, I must learn how to be eccentrically creepy. I will come up silently behind customers absorbed in glancing through books, or peek around corners with just one eye and ask expressionlessly if I can help them, and stare at them without blinking, especially if they are startled and it takes them a moment to find their words.
21
Dec
It feels so early….
It’s only 11am, and I’ve been up for a couple hours. It’s weird. Aside from yesterday, when I worked, I’ve been staying up late and waking up around…oh….1? 1:30?
Last night, the boy and I were both pooped, and he wanted to get into work early today, so we went to bed at 12 or so. I woke up around 8, and insisted in luxuriating in half-sleep for another hour or so while my cats ran around the house like maniacs, then got up and had caffeine.
I’ve been goofing off for the past couple hours and I keep thinking I’m wasting my day hugely and it’s got to be around 3 already. Okay…I should still get moving. I have work of the calender nature to get on. I hope I don’t flail miserably. Ugh.
Later skaters.
