Me, several hours ago at the Future Shop at Yonge and Dundas: I'm so lucky you're still open. When do you close? (This is the first question I ask a staffer when I enter a retailer's premises after sundown.)
Staffer: I don't know. We were supposed to close three hours ago.
Me: Thats... terrible.
Yes, it's that time of year when life is a living hell for the people who exist to make sure we're all tucked nicely in to our toys and iPods come Christmas morning. Spare a thought for the poor bastards who found themselves working unexpected overtime because head office decided there were a few more nickels to squeeze out of the general population.
Falalalala, lalalala.
Staffer: I don't know. We were supposed to close three hours ago.
Me: Thats... terrible.
Yes, it's that time of year when life is a living hell for the people who exist to make sure we're all tucked nicely in to our toys and iPods come Christmas morning. Spare a thought for the poor bastards who found themselves working unexpected overtime because head office decided there were a few more nickels to squeeze out of the general population.
Falalalala, lalalala.
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