Another day that wasn’t truly busy. I honestly think our sales are down; everyone–and I do mean everyone–is getting their hours cut next week. This came directly from corporate.
This is not a good holiday season. It’s going to get worse before it gets better.
I’m not particularly upset about the reduction in my hours; I’m so exhausted it isn’t funny. I love the paychecks I get from my almost forty hour weeks, but physically, I don’t think I can keep handling it. It’s tougher for me now than when I was a cashier at Walmart. Of course, I was younger then.
As I expected, the snow has stuck around. There are still icy patches on some of the streets and sidewalks. Unless the weather warms up dramatically, I’m probably done with my walks for the year. I guess I’m alright with that.
We still have live Christmas trees. Only now, they’ve been knocked down to $9.97, a good thirty dollars cheaper than when we first got them. By this time last year, the trees had long since been gone. We couldn’t keep up with the demand. This year, it’s a different story.
It almost seems to sum up the year, when I think about it.