'MAYDAY MAYDAY, IT'S DAY ONE OF THE NEXT JANUARY SALE AND CUSTOMERS HAVE STARTED TO GO CRAZY!!!' ...is what the headlines should say on Boxing Day, but never do. The reality of working the Next sale means probably a 12 hour shift, being assigned to a particular store area by a boss who is frazzled as hell, despite having done this for the past ten years. You'll spend your whole day telling customers that 'no, we don't have any other sizes, this is all the sale stock we have out' and picking up item after item of clothing which have fallen from the hangers and been trampled on by what looks like a heard of elephants but is actually middle class society. The sales are a period of physical and mental exhaustion, and might be compared to boot camp while training for the army.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
