I love work.

I genuinely never thought I'd say it. After every adult I know complains about their job, and how much they love holiday when they don't have to work, and how terrible generally working is, I actually love mine.

I love walking in to find out which manager will be in that evening. One will shout my name, another will squeak at me, another will ask my progress, another will make me laugh. I love that they're all completely different. I love that they make me watch Star Wars, and wind me up.

And then the customers. Who I complain of alot for being so moody, so grumpy, but they're worth handling for the really lovely ones. Like the woman I met who was trying to make her christmas the best one ever. The guy who made me read his order in a stupid voice to make it more exciting. The kid who hid behind the display so she could pull faces at me. The lady who spent half an hour talking to me about pregancy and what to do when I told her my friend might be pregnant. The woman who I chatted to about her big break in filming.
I love them. Babbling to people you wont see again. Finding out the stories. And granted, the grumpy customers get me down, make me irritated- but I love them for their bringing of the nice customers.

My work rant is over :)

Day Four, because I apparently missed it- A song which makes me sad.
It doesn't make me sad, but its a sad and sweet song that makes me aww :)


And Day Six, a song that reminds me of somewhere.
In this case, the somewhere is the bus bays, in the snow, with my Fish and my ginger after having been chucked out of Glasto :)