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Christmas was wonderful. Yesterday was the first time it snowed in Yosemite Valley in weeks. Everything is more beautiful covered in snow. Even me, if my husband can be considered a reliable source.
I had some great conversations. My husband and I started the day by comparing/contrasting Kermit/Miss Piggy and Clark/Lana. My coworkers were in high spirits, and I had a smile on my face the whole day.
Until the very end of my shift. Do you know the meaning of the phrase “tough customer”? Yeah, you think you do. My manager found me hiding in the corner behind my register, curled into a fetal position. He dragged me up, whimpering, and gave me a hug. Things got better again after that.
Have I mentioned that my manager is freakin awesome? They call him Mr. Fun. Seriously. He gave me a ride, because that last customer didn’t leave until we’d been closed for half an hour, and the bus left without me. He peeled out in the snow and went skidding/spinning around the parking lot for a couple minutes before veering onto the road. It was like a carnival ride. There were four of us in the car and we were all giggling like little girls.
The drive was otherwise uneventful. We talked about backpacking through Europe, which all of us had done. We talked about a lot of things, actually, none of which had anything to do with work (Yay!)
I went to the employees’ Christmas dinner. Ate way too much, chatted with my husband and half a dozen of our friends, laughed until I fell out of my chair. Into the giant Christmas tree behind me.
It doesn’t get much better.
I had some great conversations. My husband and I started the day by comparing/contrasting Kermit/Miss Piggy and Clark/Lana. My coworkers were in high spirits, and I had a smile on my face the whole day.
Until the very end of my shift. Do you know the meaning of the phrase “tough customer”? Yeah, you think you do. My manager found me hiding in the corner behind my register, curled into a fetal position. He dragged me up, whimpering, and gave me a hug. Things got better again after that.
Have I mentioned that my manager is freakin awesome? They call him Mr. Fun. Seriously. He gave me a ride, because that last customer didn’t leave until we’d been closed for half an hour, and the bus left without me. He peeled out in the snow and went skidding/spinning around the parking lot for a couple minutes before veering onto the road. It was like a carnival ride. There were four of us in the car and we were all giggling like little girls.
The drive was otherwise uneventful. We talked about backpacking through Europe, which all of us had done. We talked about a lot of things, actually, none of which had anything to do with work (Yay!)
I went to the employees’ Christmas dinner. Ate way too much, chatted with my husband and half a dozen of our friends, laughed until I fell out of my chair. Into the giant Christmas tree behind me.
It doesn’t get much better.
