Friday, November 29, 2013
black friday in days gone by...
Years later I started out my illustrious career in retail by working during the holidays. My first black Friday that I was scheduled to work I was over an hour late clocking in. It's not that I was truly late the problem was that I could not find a parking space IN THE ENTIRE MALL. I drove round and round, followed people to their cars, only failing to find an open slot. Finally parked across a busy four lane road and hiked back to the mall. Oh yeah, just the beginning of the excitement. I was quite naive and thought better of humanity so I was shocked at people's behaviour. The shouting, pushing, the swearing (from me mostly!) was enough to put a damper on any holiday celebrations. This was easily put aside though as Christmas was a short few weeks away and I had young children then, to keep me grounded and remind me that this was a special time of year.
Fast forward a few more years to find me working in the Customer Service department, still at the mall. Now let me just say that no one NO ONE comes to Customer Service to wait in line for twenty or so minutes to tell you they've just had a wonderful shopping experience. No, customer service is the place of last resort for the truly unhappy, unfulfilled, complainers in the store. Give them an extra twenty minutes to stew and they could be down right frightening. More than once the words 'security' came out of my mouth, and once when I had a customer's hands around my throat it seemed that someone else yelled 'security.' But I digress. It was Christmastime and the spirit was slowly draining out of me. Much to my delight (sarcasm) I was also assigned to the gift wrap counter. I loved gift wrapping, at least for my family, but take some cranky people who feel your attempts have gone awry and it will suck the ever living daylights out of you. To this day I get no joy from wrapping a gift and either stick it in a gift bag or beg my hubby to do it. He doesn't mind!
Then, I finished school (college) and started a new career working in a hospital. The most rewarding experiences of my life, even at Holiday time and my faith in humanity was restored. Now days I would not go out on a Black Friday for anything, no matter the cost, for the cost of my humanity is not for sale anymore and especially at $8 hour. My sympathies to those of you who 'had' to go out and work in this madness, and for those of you out there shopping, shame on you if you mistreated anyone to get that special sale.
Happy weekend friends.