I forgot how much retail, especially retail that is mucho backstock heavy, can just suck the energy right out of you. After three weeks of constantly moving boxes, climbing over shelves, bending over to wind yarn and write up slips, man, am I whipped! My poor ankles are killing me! My tendinitis is ouchie.
But...I'm happy and I'm just falling in love with fiber all over again. I just fondle yarn all day long. I rub the alpaca on my cheeks, I pet the microfiber lovingly. And I've had interesting conversations with many of my fellow employees and customers. I talk about knitting techniques all day and don't get sick of it!
Although, today I had my first heartbroken moment. A young girl came in, and she was asking about a shawl of silk she made for her grandmother who is currently going through chemo therapy. Its the same yarn, same color, of a scarf I made for my mom that I never finished, and I never got to show her. It just made me immensely sad that I'm not going to show it to her, or see her face when she first feels it. If it wasn't so busy I would have gone outside, because it was hard to just sit there with my feelings bottled up.
I kind of expected this would happen eventually, but I didn't expect it to upset me so much. I guess its the hazard of working in a yarn store, you come across alot of knitting for cancer patients.
Tommorrow night i'm hoping to go out with friends and drink...because man oh man...do I need a break. I wasn't supposed to work tommorrow but I am, because my wallet just can't say no. I mean, I would feel guilty too, and I do like going to work, its just hard on my body after 8 hours.
(yarn can be damn heavy!!)
I have nothing much else to say. I'm too tired to form full sentences. I want to go work on my sleeve...because, amazingly enough, I get very little knitting done at work.
Yaaawwwnnn...
What is a polite way of telling my dad I do not want to go to a friend of the families home for Thanksgiving but would prefer my boy's family, where I have spent the past 5 years. I don't want to hurt his feelings....but he just doesn't get it....I already have plans. Grumble....
But...I'm happy and I'm just falling in love with fiber all over again. I just fondle yarn all day long. I rub the alpaca on my cheeks, I pet the microfiber lovingly. And I've had interesting conversations with many of my fellow employees and customers. I talk about knitting techniques all day and don't get sick of it!
Although, today I had my first heartbroken moment. A young girl came in, and she was asking about a shawl of silk she made for her grandmother who is currently going through chemo therapy. Its the same yarn, same color, of a scarf I made for my mom that I never finished, and I never got to show her. It just made me immensely sad that I'm not going to show it to her, or see her face when she first feels it. If it wasn't so busy I would have gone outside, because it was hard to just sit there with my feelings bottled up.
I kind of expected this would happen eventually, but I didn't expect it to upset me so much. I guess its the hazard of working in a yarn store, you come across alot of knitting for cancer patients.
Tommorrow night i'm hoping to go out with friends and drink...because man oh man...do I need a break. I wasn't supposed to work tommorrow but I am, because my wallet just can't say no. I mean, I would feel guilty too, and I do like going to work, its just hard on my body after 8 hours.
(yarn can be damn heavy!!)
I have nothing much else to say. I'm too tired to form full sentences. I want to go work on my sleeve...because, amazingly enough, I get very little knitting done at work.
Yaaawwwnnn...
What is a polite way of telling my dad I do not want to go to a friend of the families home for Thanksgiving but would prefer my boy's family, where I have spent the past 5 years. I don't want to hurt his feelings....but he just doesn't get it....I already have plans. Grumble....
As for your dad, that's a toughie. Is there anyway you could split the time? You know, visit the family friend in the early afternoon and then head to the boy's family for the evening?