It just seems wrong to be actually grateful that the weekend is over, but I am. I can't believe I've actually survived the last 4 days that have been retail-hell, but here it is, on the eve of Christmas Eve, knowing that for now, the worst is over. Tomorrow will be busy in the morning, but by the early afternoon, no doubt it will taper off as people head to the supermarkets to stock up on groceries. After all, the shops will be closed for two whole days. No doubt that calls for a mass panic as everyone stocks up on tinned foods and non-perishables. You'd think we were never to buy fresh food again, the way people rush to the stores the day before a closure and wildly buy anything they can. Retail might be hell at Christmas time, but it's nothing compared to what the poor checkout people at the supermarkets have to put up with at this time of year.
Today actually wasn't the crazy madhouse I expected it to be; either that, or I expected it to be so bad, that anything short of a "free for all" sale would be considered "quiet". Whatever the reason, I was relieved. In 24 hours, it will truly be Christmas eve. I'm planning to go down to Glenelg with a bunch of girls from work for drinks after dinner, just to chill, and I for one, am looking forward to it. Maybe being with friends will truly make it feel like Christmas time this year.