Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Confession Wednesday: Valentine Confessions...
It is a well-documented fact that the hatred between me and Cupid is completely mutual.
In fact, around the beginning of every February, I get much more vocal than necessary about my feelings on the "holiday" that falls two weeks before my birthday. I've been so outspoken about it in the past that I can practically hear the groans of my friends and family now, as they are certain this post will be more of the same.
This post isn't more of the same. I've come to realize that there are basically three schools of thought around Valentine's Day: love, hate, and indifference.
Yup, I hate it. I have for years and I probably always will. I gave it a try last year, but...well...my overall opinion is still pretty much the same.
One year, while working at K-Mart, I took my anger out on a display of boxed Valentine cards.
(I swear, it was just a coincidence! Really!)
The store had just closed and my manager assigned us all to areas around the store to spruce things up for the morning. I was a cashier and directed to bring some order to the chaos that was the boxed Valentine cards.
You know the Spongebob/Barbie/Transformer cards your kids take to school? Those.
The cards were on one side of the display, and an assortment of wood and glass music boxes filled the other.
I muttered under my breath as I started pulling boxes down, working out the best way to organize them. It was a disaster and I was frustrated at being given such a huge task when nearly everyone else was merely putting away go-backs or whatever.
And suddenly, the display case tipped toward me.
I threw up my hands to keep it from toppling over and knocking me down, and it steadied for a second before CRASHING in the other direction.
The display case was down.
The Valentine cards scattered across the floor.
There was a sickening crunch as music and jewelry boxes fell to the floor.
I froze.
The manager came running from whichever corner he'd been hiding in and a dozen heads peaked out from behind shelves and over counters.
Everyone stared at me.
I turned to my manager, stamped my foot and said, "I told you I hate Valentine's Day!"
We all had a good laugh, but he also never again made me touch anything that was covered with hearts.
So, I know my story was kind of lame, but I know you all can do MUCH better! Grab the button, add your link and tell us a Valentine-inspired confession!
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