sunday, my favorite night of the week

It hasn't always been this way.

When I worked Monday through Friday, Sunday night was clearly not my favorite night of the week. But that — along with a lot of other things — has changed.

I get home from work excited, knowing that I have four long days of not standing on my feet all day, smiling, and endlessly asking people if I can help them. But honestly, I do like what I do (when it's busy; it's brutal otherwise).

Today turns into a surprisingly good day for January. Great customers, including one who's a documentary film maker and BAFTA member. She is looking only for some tops. But I ask her if she wants to take a look at a Rag & Bone blazer I had spotted earlier and loved. "Sure, why not," she responds. She ends up purchasing it, along with some other things she has found, and another item I  found for her (a gorgeous long black sweater I had also seen and wanted for myself... this is truly a dangerous job; I am trying to develop good restraining skills, but still have a long way to go). My barometer for things that make me happy has been revamped, and this kind of thing makes me happy —recommending an unasked for item and having the customer love it then buy it.

My day is only slightly marred when one co-worker not-so jokingly says to me, "You approach everyone," and another telling me, "You need to take your hour lunch break more often." She is giving me fair advice. But.....we don't get paid for lunch;  I'm not selling when I'm eating;  and I can't find enough to do for an hour unless it's shop and I really don't want to be doing that.

I get home around 6:45 and Alexander and a friend are watching the Super Bowl. I join them (briefly) for some sushi, then climb into bed, exhausted, but thrilled to have four days ahead of me of not working. 

I don't even make it to the fourth quarter!