My mom and I have been to a number of stores after Christmas, both during the day and at night, and I've come to a conclusion: No matter when or where, retail employees are assholes.
Look, I get it: Retail employees are tired and over-worked, but I'm tired of dealing with them. They're working...At their job which, by the way, they're don't deserve. Here's the deal: Don't try and get me out of the store unless it's at the end of the night and I want to keep looking despite my purchases...
...Maybe it's all a tactic: They don't want anyone to come in and buy things. Maybe it's a form of self-mutilation in which they're purposefully fuelling a bad situation in order to make it worse. Maybe they want their stores to cave in.
I can see it now: The managers gather their employees, who are all ready to go with their red shirts and coffee in hand (Yes, they have red shirts. Because it's Costco.), in order to watch an instructional video on how to not to get the sale. Perhaps a form of economic suicide. The company is the possible suicide victim and the employees are the enablers. It all fits.
Though this rant is a bitch fest, all hope is not lost. I have a solution. All these PMSing retail workers need to do is make sure they keep chocolate squares in their pockets! I know that when I get annoyed I run to the fridge, get a piece of chocolate and walk out feeling optimistic. 25 feet later I look into the mirror and see how fat my ass is...and we're back to where we started.
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