A trip to the mall the other day reminded me of how much the holiday spirit is in the air. Thank goodness I don’t have to participate in it on a daily basis.
Holiday jobs are some of the most underpaid jobs out there. A person generally gets minimum wage with little to no training to deal with long lines of people lacking Christmas spirit. When they finally do get a fifteen minute break, it is spent dodging brightly colored bags, loud trains and individuals wandering aimlessly for useless items they can’t afford that the recipient has to fake delight about. Fa la la la.
A whole other level of holiday jobs is dressing up as elves, reindeer or the big cheese himself. I can’t help but chuckle when I see Santa’s village because I wander if Santa and his elves are as menacing as the ones Ralphie visited in A Christmas Story. But a new character I saw this year was someone dressed as a lottery ball. Now- I worry about being overweight as it is-so you would have to pay me big money to be literally as round as a ball with my arms sticking out and my face clearly exposed for everyone to see. At least if I dress up as a reindeer no one can see my face and hear the things that I’m muttering.
Fa la la la- holiday jobs suck.
