Zestful Blog Post #134
My first retail job was in a produce market that was only
open during the summer. Great for kids needing summer jobs, which we all were,
except for the head cashier, who was a hardbitten, chain-smoking redhead who
had a crush on the owner, who, she regularly and mournfully informed us, didn’t even know she existed.
Which was bullshit, because without her the place would have
collapsed. But we knew what she meant.
I have many fascinating stories about unloading watermelons
(human chain; if you drop one you have to cram the pieces down the sewer as
fast as possible before Ronnie sees); grading peaches (a job to be foisted off
to a rookie employee after the peaches are four days old, because yuck); and
more.
Later I spent ten years selling books, a year-round job
where I learned all about Black Friday and the Christmas rush (as it used to be
called). A butt-busting time of year, but fun too, because everybody on staff
got into the spirit of the season while being able to justifiably whine about
how hard it all was. Boy, did we sell books.
Every year around this time I think of retail, and give
thanks that I don’t work it anymore. I give thanks to you, my friends, my
readers, and to and all three of my family groups (birth, law, and chosen).
In the spirit of giving, thought I should give away some
e-books in honor of Black Friday, just for the hell of it, you know. Somehow Holy Hell presented itself in my mind,
dunno why. So yeah, the first in the Lillian Byrd series is free on Amazon through the weekend. Tell your friends,
because the more downloads, the happier I am. As I write this, twelve hours after zeroing out the price, it's already #2 in Amazon's GLBT Mystery & Detective category. Happy.
Also, here is a fun page you can print out and color to make
look like a turkey, just as we all did once in the past, at least those of us
who attended kindergarten in the United States in the 1960s. Do children still
do this?
You can enjoy coloring it and maybe even upload and share
your work here. (You can email it to me and I'll post it next time, because I don't think you can attach anything to a comment.) Remember, there is no such thing as a poorly colored Thanksgiving turkey
hand.
With warm wishes and love,
Elizabeth
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