(Day 7) Dear love of my life...
Try to understand,
I have worked retail for the last 8 years, every since I graduated
college. The day after Thanksgiving, Christmas music begins to pipe
in the loudspeakers, and it's constant, over and over. Repetition has
not only closed my mind to it, but it makes me cringe and want to
scream. And possibly do some projectile vomiting that rivals that
girl in the Exorcist. No, I do find 'Grandma got ran over by a Reindeer' funny. No, I do not want to dress up like Santa Clause for
you because of that stupid song. I don't care if Bon Jovi or Bruce
Springsteen delivered an amazing rendition of it, it just makes me
ill. That's what retail does, my love.
But light the
candles and play this song.
I still feel the holiday spirit and when
you're with me, alone, just the two of us, I want to dance. You want me to dance with
you, hell, I'll strip down to my underwear for you, my love. Just
show me you understand, that you give a damn about me...love making
of the amazing and super-ethereal kind is imminent. I love you, baby!
Show me.
About me!
If you have ever worked retail, if you have had to surrender just one day of your Holidays to the almighty dollar, tell me here. There is no reason you should and I feel your pain. Holidays are about families and friends, not about last minute sales. Tell me and I will respond, it's a dam, freaking shame. I feel for you and my post is for you. You have my pain and love...
Make darn sure you check out my fellow conspirators. You never know who you might catch doing what...
Well, at least you have managed to escape the hell that is Holiday retail. Very nice excerpt and I do like that song.
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