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[lykomancer]

Holidays starting.
UGH.
Oh god, I hate holiday season.


I hate all the flaming imbeciles that come to the Mall of America on a Saturday in December and then cluelessly ask me, "Is is always this busy?"

*FACEPALM*


I hate all the morons that come to the Mall of America on a Saturday in December and then demand to know how we possibly could be sold out of [X]. DIDN'T WE KNOW IT WAS GOING TO BE POPULAR!? WHY DIDN'T WE STOCK OVER 9,000!?

*FACEPALM* YES, WE DID, AND THE FIRST 9,000 PEOPLE GOT ONE. CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING THE 9,001 PERSON TO ASK ME FOR SUSAN BOYLE TODAY.


I hate-- oh god, HAAAAAAAAAAAATE-- all the people who come to the music department with an armload of books and excuse themselves by whining, "The line up front is soooooooo long!"

ALKJGDHLKDFGsdlfkjsldfkjslkajsdlkJLKWRAGERAGERAGE. I FUCKING HATE YOU. WHY DOES EVERY SINGLE PERSON NEED TO SAY THIS!? WHY!? WHY?! I know the line up front is long, you fucking dipwad-- it's the Mall of America on a Saturday in December. NO SHIT, THE LINE IS LONG. But there are nine people up there ringing as fast as humanly possible and usually also a line manager. Back here, there's JUST ME. DOING EVERYTHING: shelving, cleaning, answering questions, finding things, preventing shrink, and ringing. I guaran-fucking-tee you that the line up front, no matter how long, will be quicker than waiting for me.


"It's not the 'holidays'; it's Christmas!"

...fuck you, lady. I'm Jewish.
(No, I'm not, but I am for every heinous bitch that tries to correct my offensively PC "Happy Holidays" into a "Merry Christmas". NO. I want to say "Happy Holidays." AND I WILL. AND YOU CAN BITE MY PASTY WHITE ASS.)



I hate the rampant consumerism. I hate the rush and impatience and rudeness. I hate the overstimulation and expectation. I hate the self-importance.
I hate the way people admit to buying things for other people simply because of the obligation-- not because they care or they want to or they saw the perfect gift. No. Obligation. I have to.
UGH. No. You don't. Stop it.


For the next month, it's all black and emo eyeliner for me.

Comments

[ultrasushi.livejournal.com]

A-fucking-men to that.

I work in a bakery. The last few days before Christmas are the absolute worst thing I have ever experienced in my life. I've been stressing for it since late October. ;__;

[lykomancer.livejournal.com]

And the other thing: the line for the cafe is always so long at this time of year that there's no point in even trying to get food or drink from there on break. I need to invest in a Thermos and remember to start taking lunch in with me, otherwise I'll be working full shifts without a single crumb of food or drop of coffee.

[the-sun-is-up.livejournal.com]

Most years, I really enjoy the holiday season, with the notable exception of the year I worked at Pier 1 Imports during the holidays. That year I hated it.

Though actually for me it wasn't so much the extra work and the rudeness (business at our store was always annoyingly slow) - it was the INCESSANT SHITTY CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYING ALL DAY LONG. And it was a CD, so it repeated over and over and over and over and over and *goes insane*

[lykomancer.livejournal.com]

I actually don't even notice the music. It doesn't even register with me at all after a certain point; I note what cds I like and prefer to play, and then it gets so busy that I can't sense anything beyond mental and physical exhaustion.

The people bitching about how stressful holiday shopping is for them, though...? I notice that. I get so angry, so irrationally angry. It's like, dude, shopping is OPTIONAL. Paying the bills is not. You think fucking SHOPPING is stressful, then try being me for a few hours of this bullshit, making a single-digit wage. Fuck you, partner. Fuck you.

What I hate about the holidays is the rudeness combined with the bullet time. It gets so busy and you end up multitasking so much, that everything slows down to bullet time; when you catch your breath, you realize you've helped five people in under five minutes...and now you're tapped out, and it's still two more hours until your break. AAAAAAAAARGGGGGH.

[maxxim-huzzah.livejournal.com]

Ugh, I'm sorry you have to go and face the hordes. I don't mind a lot of people around me, I just hate obnoxious and rude crowds of people. I don't go for that holiday madness--the most I'm definitely looking at are buying a year's worth of socks at Fred Meyers.

Or as my brother said, "Definitely not going to Walmart. Someone almost always dies there on Black Friday." Haha...wrrrry.

*heartily agrees with popping the Merry Christmas with Happy Holidays!*

[kill-me-faster.livejournal.com]

...and here I got you a Christmas present.

(LOL, I'm serious, actually. I'm trying to get a lot of my online friends gifts this year in recompense for NEVER BEING AROUND LIKE A GOOD FRIEND SHOULD, derp. You got an address I can mail this thing to, or have I OMG OFFENDED YOUR DELICATE JEWISH SENSIBILITIES?! XD)

[ozen.livejournal.com]

Going to echo what Evan just said while looking over my shoulder:

It's NOT christmas anymore, it IS the holidays, because the way the retail world would have it, it covers everything from Halloween to New Year's.