An open letter to…retail

…retail

I have decided that Another Retail Christmas will be closing its doors after this post. There is something quite poignant about wrapping up my retail career and my blog about despising it, at the same time.

It has taken 150 posts (yay…cracked a milestone), and three months...to the day (another milestone!), but I have gotten there.

I am finally going to be free of retail.

I will be taking a sabbatical (I have to sound self-important one last time right?) from the blogosphere while I ease myself into the “real world” and decide on an apt blog for the next stage of my life.

So while this blog is done (farewell), I assure you that I will be back (one last time…collective groan).

¿ Que será, será ?

Will I be happy? Will I be rich? Here’s what I say...to retail.

Dear retail…

I hate you.

The hours, the desperate attempts by brands to make money / attract customers, being treated without respect or dignity, having your areas trashed by self-important swine, the people leaving empty cups and rubbish on fixtures, crazed imbeciles who believe they are owed the world and a discount.

Retail…fuck you.

You have showed me the worst parts of human nature and make me want to be a better, kinder person (may or may not be likely that this will happen).

You have given me resilience and taught me how to not rage-blackout at any and every idiot (convenient since the world is full of idiots), you’ve taught me to appreciate the good people in life and showed me the beauty of friendships born out of heartache and pain (I assume this is similar to when they talk about mateship on Anzac Day).

Best of all, I know how it feels to work my arse off in the underappreciated industry that is retail and I will never become the customers I hate.

Retail you have been the cruellest of mistresses.

I have nothing more to say than thank you for the lessons but fuck you for the pain.

Get out of my life.

Tepid regards,

Ben