Working in a supermarket environment for the past few years has taught me one very important lesson - Christmas makes people hate each other.
Men hate their wives for dragging them round the shops.
Women hate men for not being happy to push a trolley around and then pay for stuff they don’t want.
Children hate their parents for dragging them round the shops when they really want to be bouncing off the walls at home.
Parents hate their children for being excited at the most exciting time of year to be a child.
And I just hate everybody.
Yes - it’s been a bad day at work. Busy, under-staffed, too reliant on temporary employees who couldn’t give a fig either way, and all of it backed by the incessant nerve-shredding drawl of horrible Christmas ditties that we’ve polluting the air with since mid-November.
If I haven’t found a new job by this time next year, then I’m booking the whole of Christmas as holiday.
Either that, or I’ll be hanging myself with a string of 200 Multi-coloured Lantern Lights
(currently on offer in our festive aisle at £12.99)
AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!
RC 18-12-13
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