It is rather pleasant in a way, not the unemployment, which is disconcerting, but not having today to be part of frenzy of Black Friday. For years, there I would be, wanting to be back in Crawfordville with family enjoying the fire and the making of syrup, visiting with loved ones. But we would have to pack Thursday and journey back, me rising early, early for the opening. And now, stores are opening in the evening of Thanksgiving, some never closing.
I do not in any manner miss this. Especially bad was the six years working at Sears and being on Commission, knowing there were only so many registers, and a boat load of associates wanting to ring on those registers, getting or hogging the sales. The resentment, the jostling, oh the memory!
Penney's was just as bad, being in management, never expecting to go home, working twelve hour days and longer.
Poverty has its reward I suppose.
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