Dear retail job,
the five hours of stress you delivered upon me today
could have not been better timed.
Between sealing packs of paper bags,
servicing customers with concerns,
ringing up (and screwing up) purchases on the register,
helping take boxes out to a client’s car,
attempting to blow up balloons,
searching the storage room for cake boxes and cake boards,
tagging item codes on cake boxes and cake boards,
restocking shelves with cake boxes and cake boards,
learning tricks of the trade from a crazy co-worker,
and eating more cinnamon-laced food than I had intended…
the pain of the rest of the world did not cross my mind for a second.
A bittersweet thanks I bid to you,
impolite… yet indisputable.
With warm wishes,