I've had a few whinges lately.
What with Foxmas (FuckMiss), Textmas, and the price of Santa Claus shopping centre photos, there's been much to complain about.
There was the cranky lady at Argyle's Jewellers at Westfield Garden City Mount Gravatt, who let my son wait patiently while she tried to sell an expensive ring to a young man; then completely bypassed him and served an adult who had just rocked up. (I was there waiting with him; it's just that I got distracted by all the pretty things for a moment).
That really pisses me off. Mainly because I was a little kid once, and grew into a little adult, and I was constantly overlooked in queues for those who were taller and/or who looked older than me.
I'm amazed at how often it happens to my kids, and how often other adults are ready to take advantage of it.
How was this shop assistant to know that my son wasn't cashed up and about to buy his Mumma some expensive bling? (Okay, he was hoping to spend his pocket money on a watch, but I can dream, can't I?)
Anyway, we won't be shopping THERE again. Humph!
Then there have been lovely customer service people, and I do believe it's the season to say thank you to those who make a difference.
- The dude at EB games at Mt Gravatt Homemakers Centre, who spent ages explaining a tricky part of a Pokeman game to Mr 9.
- The female customer at Maccas, Oxley, who gave Mr 9 the $2 she unknowingly dropped because he'd been honest enough to give it to her. I protested but she insisted: "He can use it to buy himself and his sister an ice-cream. Most kids would just keep it."
- The lady at the Oasis Shopping Centre tourist shop who knocked $1 off the price of a crystal ball souvinir thingy because Miss 7 had such lovely manners, and was spending her own pocket money.
- The staff at Jupiters Casino who found Mr 9's precious DS charger and posted it to us, no charge, after a recent stay.
- The next door neighbour, who looked after our cats, Polly Pig, and Sushi the Fighting Fish when we went away recently. In our old suburb, I didn't tell people we were going away, lest one of them take the opportunity to break in. It's lovely to have great neighbours who we can trust.
These are the people imbued with the real Christmas spirit, and I hope Santa is very generous to all of them.
In the meantime, here are a few things that warm my heart and make me smile:
Our pampered pussy Hannah, safely tucked up in Miss 7's bed. I challenge you to find a more spoiled kitteh...
She has instant relaxation powers over the kids ...
Our adoptive doggy Zsa Zsa, who quite likes sleeping with Hannah and any spare human.
My kids, leaping into the joys of life!
A serious Mr 9 takes a break during an ice-skating session. He's growing up fast ...
As is Miss 7!