The candy store gig has been more bizarre than usual, and far more irritating. Last week the company raised the price of bulk candy, so with sales tax, a pound of candy costs close to $10 a pound. Huh?
Think of all the products you can buy for less than $10 a pound. Imported cheese. A halfway-decent ribeye steak (per pound, of course). I can get drunk on $10, even at the overpriced yuppie bars near me. Hell, I could get philathropic and spend ten bucks on a half-dozen meals for the homeless. I can buy a pound and a half of candy at another high-end candy store near my apartment *even if I used the employee discount at my store.*
Cajun Name of the Week: Sara Champagne, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She was cute, too.
Another store is going up in the mall, right above our store. In addition to the Muzak, the staff is also treated to the sounds of construction directly above our heads. Is God punishing us for the price jump on bulk candy?
I met Mother Goose on Wednesday. She and a Tin Soldier gave out coupons to the customers while *dancing and singing to the Muzak.* If you think "Sugar Sugar" is annoying, add the dance routine and background singing, and you'll find yourself standing there, thinking, "It's times like this I actually hope there isn't an afterlife."
I'm off to work now! Salut!