I work at a retail store. We are small business owners. Christmas trade es muy importante. But damn if it doesn't drive me crazy. #muyloco #craycray
If it is the week of Christmas, and you are just getting around to shopping for your wife or girlfriend, and you walk in a jewelry store asking for something in blue topaz and white gold, and you are shown more than 15+ items ranging in a rather broad spectrum of price, style and shades of blue, and you say "Uh, I don't know, uh, let me think about it, uh, I'll be back." Just don't. Don't let this be your response. Be honest with the customer service person. Say "I don't see anything that is exactly her style" or "I'm not sure that fits in the budget I wanted to spend" or something besides a big fat lie like "I'll be back later". #retailrant
I work and live with my husband and father-in-law. No one should have to work and live with a parental figure...or an in-law.
I confess: This week, I came very close to kicking my father in-law in the nuts. Or at least the shin. #butididnt #irestrainedmyself
He was complaining about not having a home-cooked meal and that he was tired of "eating out of a tin can". First, he's a grown adult, not an invalid, and I'm not going to feel guilty that (by this age of his life) he hasn't figured out how to feed himself. Second, my guy and I both cook and make enough for left-overs. We also purchase things and have them in the pantry and refrigerator that would be easy for him to prepare on the nights we aren't at home. Like, when we have our own lives to live. Or, more likely these last couple of weeks, when we are working super long hours at the shop. #ilivewithaspoiledandlazyelderlyman
I confess: When my father-in-law acts like a lazy ingrate, it makes me miss my dad all the more. I know you could say "the grass is greener" or "absence makes the heart grow fonder"...but not in this case. #mydadrocks
That's it. The straw broke the camel's back. The final nail went in the coffin. I've lost it. A customer (rather, an old, ignorant, chauvinistic fuck) shushed me. Even used a hand gesture. He needed a watch band sized, I was telling him that I'd get the watchmaker, he held up his hand, shushed me, and told me I was too loud. His look of condescension while doing it sent me into a tailspin. Out of frustration, anger, and pain from biting my tongue, I went to the bathroom and cried. Yep. I confess: A customer made me cry this glorious holiday season. #ineedadrink #imfromtexasandwetalkloud #ireallywantedtotellhimwhatithoughtofhisshushing
I confess: I'm sounding like the Grinch. Or Scrooge. I got the Christmas Spirit in me. I promise I do! #turnonchristmasplaylist
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Merry Christmas to all and to all a good everything!
