The Nightmare Before Christmas begins... I've done a lot of Christmases, as you can imagine in the 44 years I've worked for the supermarket. But this one was hard. It was a never ending stream of customers. Most pleasant, a couple not so, angry that they'd had to wait ( as the woman said, hours!) I just calmly went through each transaction and tried to be as positive as I could.The theory being if you act happy eventually you'll be happy, and that rubs off on the customers. Nicest thing I saw was a bloke bought an old lady the potatoes she had took off her shopping because she hadn't enough money. He told me to add them to his bill and give them her. Now to me that's Christmas.
Another lovely thing that happened was on our way home we got to the bottom of Beastmarket Hill ( trams were delayed so we walked) We saw the 33 making its way past Greggs. The driver saw us, pulled up and opened the door. Lovely and kind of him. He moves routes after Christmas and we will miss him. We sat with Louise, who we hadn't seen since a couple of weeks ago when she was poorly. Thankfully she is on the mend. She has Parkinsons and they'd changed her meds, which didn't suit. She's gone back to her old ones and seems better.
Sunday.
Nightmare Before Christmas part 2.
Shop opened for browsing at 9am. Which meant by 10am the queue had formed and remained constant throughout the day. No breaks in the tide of folks coming through, not too many Sunday Zombies, you always get a couple of miserable blighters, but in general most were nice. No acts of kindness today, apart from Tracey Milano who made sure I got off my till ( at 4.10, there was still a long queue) by sending one of the temps to take me off. Ensuring we made our bus. Kev wasn't done, so I went to the bus stop and he joined me just in time for the bus to come.
Nice to think we are done, and I certainly earned my money along with everyone else who worked this weekend.
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