Yesterday was my first official Black Friday working in retail. In fact it's my first Black Friday
ever. I've never gone shopping on Black Friday; I've always been paranoid about going and being trampled by all the crazy ladies out bargain-shopping. But honestly, it wasn't that bad, and I even learned a few things:
1.
When the economy is in recession, you don't have to leave your house an extra half an hour early just so you can get a parking space at the mall. I left way earlier than necessary because I figured it was going to be impossible to find a space at the mall. It wasn't; I got a parking spot within five minutes. So I ended up getting there wicked early for no reason at all. I figured the mall expansion (which cut down a
huge portion of the parking!) would have affected it too. But I was wrong.
2.
The sales on Black Friday aren't
really that great. I know that at Gap we were running the same promotions on Friday that we ran on Wednesday. So what's the big deal? Are you really going to be saving that much money if you get up at 3:00 AM so you can get to the mall and buy stuff that was already on promotion two days prior to the fact.... No, no you won't.
3.
Canadian shoppers are ruthless. I don't know why, but all of the Canadians come to Syracuse to shop (which I learned over the summer)! We really aren't
that close to the border; we're close enough, but Buffalo is much closer and they have a way better mall. But what I realized yesterday while I was folding down stacks of shirts and sweaters and pants, was that Canadian shoppers are much worse than American shoppers: they love to pick up
everything, even if they don't plan on buying it; they'll transport things all over the store and then just randomly decide that they don't want it anymore and just
drop it on some random table; they will drag you through the store asking you questions that make no sense whatsoever and, even when the promotions are crystal clear as to what count and what doesn't, will ask you about every single fricken thing in the store. Canadians are just insane. But they love our sales and spend there money here so it doesn't matter
too much.
4.
The idea of speaking French fluently scares the living daylight out of me. First off, yes I just used the phrase "the living daylight," and second, no, it hasn't been used since 1976. Now then, back to the point. Yesterday, I helped out these three guys from Montreal speaking nothing but French. And to be honest, it was a little weird, and a little scary. I don't know
how I managed to pull it off, but I was able to ask them questions and help them out for about 10 minutes. And it made me realize something: the idea of being fluent in another language scares me to death. I don't know why, but thinking about living in France and speaking French on a regular basis scares me. I love everything about France: the food, the language, the people, the art, the museums, the cafes, the fashion, the history, the culture; it's been my dream to live in France for as long as I can remember, but now that there is
actually a possibility that I can speak the language, I'm afraid of it. Maybe because I'm actually growing up and that scares the sh*t out of me? I don't know, but the idea of being fluent in French is really starting to creep my out.
I'm sure I learned more than that, but for now that's all I can really think of. I'm really tired, and break is almost over, and it's the first time I've actually blogged in a week. Pretty weird... but I've been super busy with work this week. And not homework work, but work work. Which is pretty lame. So now I have a
ton to do tomorrow night when I get back to school. Lame.