Hello!
Haven't had much to say here, so I never said anything at all.
I had a good holiday in late September and I've pretty much been working since.
Nothing much that I've noticed or seen as worthy for the blog, except just a wierd little thing.
I was picking up a few groceries the other night, just before closing. a few minutes before closing a staff person came on to the intercom and announced... "blah blah blah... we close in ten minutes, please get your freaking butt's to the checkout so I can leave... blah blah..."
The odd thing was when they announced ".. we'll reopen tomorrow morning at 9 for your shopping pleasure."
"Oh thank goodness! Now I know exactly how long I have to wait until I can buy some more canned tuna!"
Who needs to know when the store opens? What's important is that they're closing... isn't it? Do they feel I'm so distraught at the thoughtof them closing for the night they feel a need to offer me something in return? In this case they offer the hope of a new opportunity to purchase more mustard in a mere 12 hours?
Well, my point... it's a bit of a stretch, but why must we always be offered 'something' in exchange for the 'bad news'? Sad truth is someone probably does care to be told when the store reopens. That someone had likely complained they should or 'deserved' to be told when the store opens.... instead of reading the damn sign on the door when they leave.
Anyway - just a blurb... this is sadly the most interesting thought I've had the past few days. Maybe I'll have something else pop in the old cranium the next couple of days.