Misery Loves Mondays
I'm starting to understand Garfield the cat's inherent loathing of this day. In fact, the only reason I can really be here around the midnight hour writing this with a cheerful smile on my face is probably because I'm doped up extra strength meds, and chocolate. Now before some of you decry my casual drug usage, might I state that I'd rather take 3-4 Sinutab pills in the last few hours than have the glorious sensation of someone stabbing a knife blade incessantly into the back of my eyeballs.
The screaming headache was only part of the misery that was Monday. Now here me out: as always, I'm one to try and put things into proper perspective. Yes, this Monday could have been a lot worse. I could have had a box of shaved, rabid mongooses (or would it be mongeese?) attacking my face, for example. But even still, this was not a memorable Monday in a good way.
There was the whole stabbing-behind-the-eyes migraine. There was also the fact that I now have an eternal loathing of luggage. Luggage should die of gonorrhoea and rot in hell. The last week has seen me move the entire damned wall of luggage 3 times now. First to check and make sure all the items were tagged. Second time around was to help out the girls stuck behind for
Bloody Inventory, since they would have had to remove each individual piece anyways.
I thought after that I was safe. I thought after that there wouldn't be anything else to do with luggage unless a customer asked me about the styles or prices. I don't mind being wrong about things; it's how you learn. But I don't like being wrong about things like that. Third time around, the entire luggage wall had to be reconfigured since it's the start of a new month, and at the start of every new month, Head Office decides that we need to change the luggage display. Knobs...
My spinal column feels like Jello.
And yet...I was able to, for a time, revel in good company. Our manager and our full-timer were also working at the store today, and all three of us were dead tired and crabby thanks to the effort we've been pulling for
Bloody Inventory. We were all very caustic all day long, if not borderline psychotic at some points. I was feeling weary and hating it, and yet I've never had a more pleasant if not homocidal conversation with the other employees as we did today.
It's always fun to look your co-worker straight in the eye, and have them agree that, yes, should the next customer walk in and ask a stupid-assed question about the prices for the winterwear, it would be a good idea to rip their tongue out and slap them silly with it. Just goes to show there's a little Marquis de Sade in all of us.
Today's State-The-Obvious Lesson: Misery indeed loves company. It probably also loves Belgian chocolates, long walks on the beach, and Quentin Tarantino movies.
posted by Phillip at 9:19 PM
