Day 12: Rants and Ramblings (But Not Much Writing)

What is your favorite day of the week?

This was a difficult one because I don’t really have a favourite day of the week. It differs every week to be honest. I suppose a lot of people would say Saturday. it’s the beginning of the weekend, you can have a lie in, especially if you went out for some drinks on the Friday night. Saturday is a good shopping day as well, a day to met up with friends, and you’ve still got Sunday to look forward to, a whole other day of the weekend. It’s just an generally great day.

But unfortunately all that is only true if you don’t work on Saturdays. As you’ve probably guessed, I do. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my job. It pays the rent and bills and I even have some left over for the odd glass of vodka or twelve. I like the Saturday staff that’s in the shop, they make it a slightly different atmosphere than the weekdays. But Saturdays working in retail can be an odd experience. I don’t know if it’s just me, but there seem to be a lot more awkward customers on a Saturday. People seem to save up all their annoyances and grievances until the weekend, which baffles me. It’s Saturday, love, go out an enjoy your day off. Anyone who works in retail knows the kinds of customers I mean. The ones who come in with something they bought a year and a half ago that broke and they want a refund. Without any form of receipt, of course. Or the ones who come in looking for a gift with no clue what they’re looking for, not even an idea how much they want to spend, and when you do show them a selection of what you have, they give you nothing back, no feedback to say whether you’re showing them things they like or not. Where do you go from there? And then there’s the people who bring their kids in. Now I’m quite biased against kids because I’m not really a fan, so your kids going to get on my nerves regardless, but when it starts licking the glass and you’re too busy looking at the shiny things in the window, then we’re going to have a problem.

Right, that’s my rant over, I swear. There;s always going to be customer that want to complain or just get on your nerves, it’s part of the fun of working in retail, I always just feel like the ratio of good customers to bad customers is lower on a Saturday. But that doesn’t mean we don’t get the good customers at all, it just means that when they do come in, they brighten up our day.

But Saturdays aren’t all bad. Once work is over I have a whole two days off to look forward to. A few drinks on a Saturday night is always fun. I’ve probably missed hanging out with people during the day but I can catch up pretty quick.

So sometimes Saturday is my favourite day of the week because I get to hang out with my friends, get a little bit drunk and still have two days of freedom ahead of me, while all my friends have to wallow in the fact that Sunday is the day before  Monday.

But then again Sunday is a pretty good day for me too. It’s my day of relaxing. If my housemate is home we’ll have a Red Dwarf binge or watch a ridiculous film. Darby O’ Gill and the Little People is one of our favourites. Sometimes I’ll go for a coffee in Starbucks and caffeine blast the hangover away. Sunday is a pretty fun day.

Monday are really productive days for me, mainly because everyone else is in work so I have no one to hang out with until five o’clock. So I get all my ‘grown-up’ things done, like going to the bank or post office, doing a food shop, cleaning the flat. Boring things that actually make you feel really accomplished once they’re done. And then me and my flatmate have ‘Murder Mystery Mondays’ and watch some Poirot in the evenings. What more could you ask for.

So days off work are always pretty good. But then again, they’re not always my favourite. Today was a pretty good day, to be honest. I had Superquinn sausages for breakfast, which, as any Irish will know, are the greatest sausages in the world, and when you don’t live in Ireland it’s like heaven in your mouth when you do get your hands on them (Thanks to my Dad for bringing them over to me). Then it was a pretty busy day in work, which made the day go by pretty quick and I was home before I knew it. I ate some Tayto crisps (again, thanks to my dad for providing them, another taste if Irish perfection), did a workout so I wouldn’t feel bad for eating sausages and crisps, and now I’m doing this. It hasn’t been a bad day.

So I guess the moral of this post is that every day should be a contender for favourite day of the week. *Cheese alert*

Enjoy the rest of your day 😀

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