If the next two weeks are anything like today, shoot me. Returns, people are already returning things en masse. W--T--F? We had a record number of returns, voids and register malfunctions today. While trying to balance all bizarre transactions, the vague requests for books and technical difficulties I almost snapped, literally and figuratively *snap-a-freaky-spastic-doodled* . Aside from repeating "fuck a duck!" and "fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck" and "Damn it all to living hell, acksplatfever" I barely managed through what will, most likely, be a very intense pre-christmas rush.
People shopping at a fevered pitch, wanting, needing, demanding my attention. People cursing me because there is NO fucking way possible I can get the book they need, short of printing it myself and I don't think its physically possible to shoot out my ass anytime soon, situations.
If you were to attempt to touch me at this point, it is likely that I could combust. Look at me wrong and the possibility of nervous collapse increases. Ask me when the Da Vinci code will be in paperback, I could start bleeding from my eyes and steam could very well start shooting from my ears.
'Tis the freakin' season, omg. It's the samn thing every year, the same panicked rush, you'd think by now people would key into it and be prepared, but no, this season had a funky slow start and now people are attempting to make up for lost time and it is the sales person who bares the burden and anxiety of those shopping. Every disappointed look, every computer aneurysm, ugh.
I had to spew or I would have to break something to relieve the stress, decompressing isn't easy tonight *twitch*, I hope you all are having a wonder holiday *twitch* season, as for me, I'll be in the corner *twitch* quivering, for lack of anything else short of going postal. Happy Ho-ho-ho to me. :D
