You Pay, No Pay, Someone Pays

We are about two weeks into the beginning of the end and we all have Stockholm syndrome.

I'm pretty sure I'm loving work right now. I'm also pretty sure I'm crazy.

This is my day now: get to work; read a bunch of emails about price changes, freight, and policy changes; open the store (if I am the first in), tills, deposits, and task management; go to the warehouse and unbox products, put them on the floor; take verbal abuse from angry customers, or condolences from sad customers; laugh at everything; eat some lunch, and get some coffee since we don't have a cafe; unbox more things; close the store (if I'm the last to leave).

Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

It hasn't been that bad. In fact today we were discussing how much better the last two weeks have been than the previous five months.

See, Stockholm Syndrome.

Speaking of bank robberies. Wait, we were not speaking of bank robberies. Okay. Take a deep breath. How do paragraph transitions work? Oh, yeah. Right.

See, Stockholm Syndrome. But the good news is we are identifying with liquidators and not the Symbionese Liberation Army, like Patty Hearst and her brief stint as a bank robber.

Speaking of bank robbers, last night I watched Point Break. Have I ever told you that Point Break is my favorite Keanu Reeves movie ever? And that it outranks Speed, a movie I watched one zillion times, which led to a terrible habit of saying "F**k Me" all the time?

It is also my second favorite Patrick Swayze movie (in case you are worried, my favorite Swayze movie is Dirty Dancing, not Ghost. I may be a spinster, but I don't have a wet clay fetish).

Because I watched Point Break last night, I spent most of today thinking about surfing. Thinking about surfing helped me pass the time as I hung about 1000 You Pay signs.

You Pay is my new noun. Fact: a you pay is a sign that lists the original price, then the discount and the new price that (altogether now) YOU (the customer) pay.

It is part of the new jargon.

You Pay - price signs
Freighters - what I call the booksellers now that they don't sell books, they put out freight
Yeller - a customer that is gonna yell at you, you can see it in their eyes
Under a Rock - as in, "How did you not know we were going out of business? Have you been hiding under a rock?"

This liquidation process is great. I'm learning new words, laughing all the time, walking around like I own the place, and I get to be bossy.

Tune in next week, when, I predict, I'm miserable, hate my job, and want to die.