Maybe Christmas Doesn't Come from a Store

So after yet another holiday season working retail, I feel that all of that personal growth I've done over the past however many months is long gone. It only took seven weeks to flush the 12 weeks of challenge, learning, growing, and reflecting  I did at camp out the window. That must be a new personal record. Who knew a mall could suck your soul that quickly? I'm convinced that working retail during the holiday season makes you a worse person: less patient, less tolerant of messy people, more irritable, and the list goes on. I suppose a less pessimistic view would suggest that working retail during the holidays could, in fact, make you a better person: more efficient, better able to duke it out for a good parking space, a faster folder, more appreciate of other poor saps in your same position, and better able to color code one's own closet. These are all important skills in life. So I'm going to stick with the latter. That working in retail has, in fact, made me a better person. Happy holidays, y'all.