Black Friday

So, for the last 2 years I have wondered why I allow myself to work on Black Friday. I've come to the realization that I'm sick and tired of it. There is no damn good reason for me to even be outside that day.

I arrived at the TRU store at 820 AM and we had already been open for 10 hours. I was told stories about how the lines on Thursday night had wrapped around the building. Steeling my nerves I entered the sales floor and was immediately put on crowd control. 8 hours of directing traffic to the check out lanes. Some wet behind the ears new hire (that I swear was older than my parents) spent the better part of 20 minutes telling me how to do the job that I do for every big event at the store. I was 2 seconds away from putting the pointy end of an umbrella through his temple.

The best part of working retail on Black Friday is, of course, our wonderful customers. Being the first associate anyone saw when they entered the store left me the prime target for their questions and bitchy attitudes. This one little old couple made my day though. They had a sheet of paper with neatly cut out pics of the toys and games that their grandkids wanted. Being totally lost they grabbed my arm and asked for help. Which i gladly gave because they asked... not yelled at me to find it for them. I scurried around a few isles and came back with most of what they were looking for. They even offered me a tip. But my manager was near by so i had to say no. DANG IT.

Doppleganger

So I'm laying in bed, watching the world cup, eating breakfast in bed that the hubby made me, when Lace calls me. She throws questions at me one after another trying to figure out if i'm online. When I finally get the reasoning out of her I was pissed.

Someone in this digital sphere is stealing stuff from my family while pretending to be me. I'm about to do an entire overhaul of all of my digital fingerprints... This person is stealing ideas and stories from my little sis. Things that we have worked on forever together.

I'm not one to be all high on myself but it pisses me off that someone is pretending to be me. Now i have to do damage control to boards, story sites and all of my writers blogs... I don't know how long they have been pretending... did they hack my account... create a ghost.... or what? How did they figure out my ASL my real name and my realtionship to Lace.... errrr


Off to damage control