One More Day

And the Christmas shopping season will be over and I can rest. 

And write. 

Finally Home




Fifteen Minutes

I worked tonight, after being off the past four days. Mini vacation! Not really, since my parents were here from before I got home from work Monday until yesterday afternoon. House guests aren’t exceptionally conducive to relaxation, y’know? But Abby loved every minute, especially our traditional Olive Garden dinner. Three years old and already complaining about how her food is prepared–her broccoli was disturbingly squishy, I’ll give her that.

But what I’ve been waiting for was coming back to the mall. Did I tell you they’re filming an episode of Food Court Wars here? Yup. I hadn’t heard of the show before, but the lure of the possibility of being on television drew all kinds this week. When Ian and I pulled into the parking lot this afternoon, we laughed and laughed at the masses in their ‘finery.’ The fashions this season are not, in my opinion, a good look for, well, most of the people around here. Boots and tights and someone save us.

All I wanted was to find out who was cooking what, and it turned out to be some southern-style cookin’ versus a mini-bistro. It smelled pretty good on my way to my kiosk.

What amazes me the most is the length of time they took for renovations: less than two weeks. The former occupant of the bistro’s location had been frying up meat for gyros for years and years. The other spot was a Chick-Fil-A, so I imagine it was much cleaner to start with.

Tonight was the last night of filming and the average Joe taste testing. Half of the food court was roped off for the tasters, and I watched them scamper by excitedly in their assigned groups for over three hours. I didn’t know any of them. I guess my crowd doesn’t care about Food Network.

The noise level crept up and up until it erupted into cheers and applause, only to die off shortly thereafter. Three more rounds of that, and the real hooting and hollering started. My fellow kiosk-minders and I looked at each other and sighed relief. There’s nothing worse than a mall full of people who aren’t spending a penny.

The fifteen minutes of fame were up, and the final bell was ringing. I hope the bistro wins. I’m not a fan of the purple.


Adventures in Retail

So remember when I was a seasonal engraver in 2012? And how I had a blast? I went back for the 2013 Christmas season, and, conveniently enough, after I quit my other job, they needed someone to stay on after the holidays. Yay!

It’s so funny to think of shy little old me as a salesperson. It’s kind of like when I first started delivering pizzas. I used to be too shy to even order pizza on the phone. Look at me now! I haven’t made my sales goals every single day I worked, but I’ve made my weekly goals, so it evens out.

Of course, I still get to do engraving, which is the best part. I’ve engraved two marriage proposals in the past month. How cool is that?

It is a huge change from seasonal, though. There’s no shift overlap, so I’m almost always there by myself. Most of my time is spent dusting or twiddling my thumbs. The mall is nothing like it used to be.

It’s still fun, though. Almost my entire work history is food service and healthcare, so there are some glaring differences, like sales. A year of sales here is less than two months of pizza sales–and a day’s goal is less than an hour, most days.

And there’s wandering through the deserted mall when it’s time to go.

It’s much nicer without all the people. And I’m home by 930!