Well, I survived Black Friday weekend. Here is a list of things that I took away from it this year.
Read the packaging. All we’re going to do is read it out loud to you anyway.
Cursing us out will make your service slower. So will huffing and puffing and complaining.
People are no longer willing to figure things out for themselves.
My name tag and uniform say framing on it. I am not customer service.
Threatening to “never come back here” is both hilarious an irrational.
Anyway, I picked up Letters to a Young Poet yesterday for the first time since high school. There are a few books that will always stick with me, and that is definitely one of them. The others include The Little Prince, Art and Fear (thanks Carolann), Women in Photography, If I Found a Wistful Unicorn, and What I Learned from a Thousand Towns. I also really enjoy comedian’s autobiographies. I’m going to say that I really enjoy reading about art. Which goes with my life theme about writing about art but not nearly creating it as much as I should.
So I suppose book recommendations? Ways to keep myself sane until January? Funny jokes?
I’m not sure, my flow has been interrupted by not doing this every day. My brain is good in a crisis, but no immediate danger means no productivity. Maybe I’d be a good caveman? Eh, my ankle is kind of too bad for that.
Hope everyone had a lovely holiday with your families. I’m working on getting back into the swing of things.