This week I popped round to 'Sunday Girl's' to see her baby and keep her up to date on the gossip that wafts through the Hall of Plenty. And what a lot of gossip there is, who's doing what, who has done what and even, who has done whom. Cleansed of all salaciousness, I got to thinking on the way home about the women I work with and how I have never, on this blog, expressed how much fun it is to work with them.
Yes, I know this is all about horrid customers and what it's like to work in a store, but some of that has got to be why one keeps going back. A large part of that, apart from the money that I earn that is quickly siphoned off me and turned into stuff for the kids, is the little band of ship mates that sail the fraught seas of retail under the watchful eye of She who Must Be Obeyed.
We as a team have been through so much together,births, deaths, marriages (obviously not to each other) aspirations, crisis, disasters, betrayal, illness, it has all been there. And throughout that we have supported one another like family,yep squabbles, tears, laughter and the big slipper when we are naughty. (We are naughty quite a lot!)
Today I would like to dedicate this blog to my sisters of the rough sea's that make each day a little brighter.
To you, ya whingey bunch of bottle sniffers I say this, we are not a nylon encased, over made up Monstrous Regiment of tut pushing devils sent from Hades to rip your money out of your innocent pockets. We are real women, Beautiful Angels capable of grace and compassion. Alright we are blessed with the rather special ability to turn a Bulldog in a Beauty Queen ( That's a whole different blog) but we are women of courage and shall remain so even in the face of a ten percent sale.
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