I have a Dream......

You know beneath the nylon uniform and the plastic badge is the beating heart of a woman. A wife, a mother but mostly a human being.
Most people don't really see me until they bring something back, then suddenly I am fiend. A nylon clad, receipt refusing,bully. Funny that because if it's faulty or within 28 days we'll change it , refund it, take it back, even make a flaming hat out of it!
Is it me or does the title of that zombie film twenty eight days later, specifically refer to that phenomena? It certainly caused some speculation this afternoon in between makeovers when the girls and I chewed over the problem.
So today I declare, I am a person. Yes, I sell cosmetics! Yes, I have the power to destroy your world by telling you that lipstick is discontinued and Yes! I, in the words of my daughter at school, sell coloured fat for ladies lips.
But I love my job.
 Targets, pressure, products, prices! Who cares when a bride who has never worn make up cry's with joy. A recovering cancer patient gets her eyelashes back.A broken woman recovers her mojo to go out dating again, all with a little help from me.
This is my diary , my time to speak out.