It's that time of year again when we reflect on what those things in our lives for which we are thankful. Personally, I'm thankful that my mom was like an EZ bake oven when it came to having kids so I have such a wonderfully big family(And not by polygamy, a fact which I am also thankful for cause polygamy is whack).
I am also thankful that I'm not where I was this time last year i.e. still enduring the purgatory that is retail during the Christmas season(well, retail at any point really, but especially then). More specifically, the raging, soul-consuming, Dante's Inferno-type hell that is the Christmas Tree Shop during the Christmas season. Quiver in fear, mortal, here there be dragons. And by dragons I mean really mean old ladies, the Christmas Tree Shop being their Nirvana.
Now, I'm not implying that if you shop there you are a. an old person, or b. the devil masquerading in old woman's clothing, but you probably have bought some really cheap crap that wasn't worth the 'bargain' price you paid for it. That's not the issue here, though. The issue is that working there may have actually corroded vital pieces of my soul. Like, peace and goodwill toward all mankind. It's been replaced by snarkiness and down right suspicion of old people. Okay okay, I may have been a teensy bit snarky before the retail incident, but never let it be said I didn't love themz old people. Now... well, there are no words for the trauma I endured there. Except for maybe that one i just used; trauma, and pain and possibly fiery burning pit of hell. And glitter.
