Today marks the end of my seasonal retail run. After a month and a half of sprinting to stock shelves, losing my voice asking for rewards cards and money, and dodging heated spouts of undeserved spite and stress, I can safely say that I want nothing to do with the retail world. The idea of having to meet daily, weekly, monthly quota's kills me. Everyone's complaining about the economy being so bad, yet people don't blink an eye at dropping $200 at once, and that's only at one store...they also have three or four bags that are full from other stores. They're spending all this money on items that were mass-produced in other countries with no thought for the people being treated like machines to make these products.
It is my wish, as it is many others, that a greater emphasis be placed on the handmade. Sure, handmade goods cost a bit more because they are just that-handmade. Think about the quality and meaning behind a handmade bowl or sweater. If we all had more of these sorts of things in our lives, maybe we would be happier and appreciate each other more. I know that while this dream is realistic, people don't care enough to make the effort. Given my distaste for the materialistic world in which we live, I aim to do what I can with what I have in order to live my dream and do what it is I love. Working retail pays the bills for a little while, but I don't want to be caught up in doing something because I have to. I am determined, and with that and a little luck, I will succeed.