Toys R Us and the Nightmare before Christmas :: Personal Narrative Writing

Toys R Us and the Nightmare before Christmas When I tell people I worked at a toy shop, they tend to respond with, Ah, thats so cool, or So, you got to play with toys all day. I had been known to perfect my video gamy skills and snag action figures, but a toy store is not as fun as you may think. Children looked at me as though I was the epitome of fun and enjoyment as I offered tending in my blue vest with a huge transfer of Geoffrey the camelopard on the back. Parents came to me thinking I was an encyclopedia of dolls and board games. Though at that place was some truth to these assumptions, the three years I spent work in toys exhausted me, forced me to encounter some bizarre people, and unfastened me to situations I could not have conceived would occur in a store for children. Most importantly it helped me gain an understanding of the diverse behavior exhibited by shoppers and allowed me to realize I have an incredibly high tolerance for ignorance. I officially became part of the R Us family when I started working for Toys R Us during the 1999 Christmas season. Prior to beginning my new job, I realized the hindrance in maintaining a smile and energy as hundreds of impatient, shop madden parents destroyed isles of Legos and stuffed animals, while carting around crying infants, snotty toddlers and egotistical adolescents. Regardless, I expected a personal reward in comprehend children stand in awe of the mass amounts of toys the store kept in stock. Their happiness would bring me happiness. Plus, I would not have to get as well as involved with the children they had parents that supervised them. I also felt a encourage of Christmas spirit would be inspiring and much needed. How could I resist parents eager to buy Christmas gifts and children pointing out their favorite toys with smiles on their faces? Within the few weeks that serene the busiest shopping time of the year, customers were able to diminish my joy for the holiday season. My first of all anti-holiday experience occurred when I was learning how to run the registers. At this time, I was also learning that parents tend to feel a great need to enthrall their children by purchasing the trendiest toys and by spending hundreds of dollars on Christmas presents. One much(prenominal) guest, as we are encouraged to refer to customers, a thin womanhood with fluffed brown hair, came through my lane with a cart full of toys.