Deck the Halls?

As taken from the famous Christmas song entitled "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)", the lyrics describe pretty much how I feel: they're singing deck the halls, but it's not like Christmas at all. Okay, I know that I'm taking the context in a different way from the original song, but given just this part, it's holding true for me this year.

I'm not used to working during the Christmas holidays; heck, I'm not used to working at all. But it's still surreal for me to think that tomorrow is Christmas Eve and in two days it will be Christmas. The real sad thing is that I have to work tomorrow, which basically sums up what I've been doing this Christmas "holiday". I guess this is the world of working full time: no real holidays. Normally, you want to have some time off and feel all Christmasy during this week of the year, but it's not the case this year. That's why I find it strange for Christmas to be in two days, because it sure doesn't feel like it, even with the snow and cold weather. However, I don't have to work on Boxing Day, so I'm happy.

Two things at work have come to mind and are worthy of sharing. The first one is pretty odd. I will be working on the floor, dealing with my rack of clothing or whatever. Then, I'll be approached by a customer, and this is how they greet me: "do you work here?" The first time I was asked this question, the response I had ready was "what the..?", but of course, I saw that it was an elderly lady that needed help reaching for a shirt, so I was glad to help her. A while later, it happened again. And eventually, it happens at least a few times a day now. This is the conclusion that I have to everyone that asks me this question. If you are looking at me, and I'm wearing a black shirt that says "Sportchek" on it, standing with a bunch of security tags, price guns, PDT, etc., I am doing Sportchek work, and you're still retarded enough to ask me if I worked there, then I should be allowed to say no. I know it may sound very angry, but it really isn't; it's just something that I find humorous.

Here is the story of the week. I have about an hour left in my shift, and the store is packed busy. I'm walking through and my boss pulls me aside and asks me if I can do him a favor. As it is almost impossible to tell if my boss is joking or now - same with quite a few coworkers - I said something really cheesy. So after agreeing to do the favor, he handed me a twenty dollar bill to go buy him a cheeseburger and a nugget kids' meal. I had to make sure that the two meals gave two different toys as my boss has two children. So I march along to McDicks and line up, trying to remember everything my boss told me to get. So after what I thought was a successful attempt to have the order exactly the way my boss wanted, I dodged my way through many crazy shoppers back to the store. As I pass through the "employee's only" sign, I'm excited to meet my boss' kids and deliver their meal to him. However, when I entered the manager's office, he told me to just leave the stuff on the table and give him the change. My boss then rubs his hands together and starts devouring the cheeseburger and the nuggets by himself! At this point, I'm sure the expression on my face would have been a cross between Homer and Peter Griffin when they're hungover. Then my boss looks up at me and says, "man, thanks so much, I've been craving these all day." Then I laugh, and proceeded out the door realizing the kids' meals were for himself but the toys were for his kids. I thought it was a pretty awesome adventure and thus I went to tell a few coworkers about the encounter. In the end, it provided good entertainment to a long, long shift; and plus, I got a free coke for my efforts because my boss didn't want both of them!

Merry Christmas everyone!