Morning. Afternoon. Evening. Night. What do all of these have in common? Well, they’re all parts of the day, and rest assured that you are in at least one of them at this very moment. Wishing someone a good morning, evening or what have you via a blog is rather difficult, as the reader might not be in the correct part of the day for the greeting to make sense. To avoid this, I am wishing you all four parts of the day at once. You should feel honoured, like an olympic gold medalist, and happy, like a backpack.
Backpacks are happy. Yes they are.
So am I. I am happy today, for things happened that made me feel such a feeling. I was at work today; I work at HMV, which is, for the uninitiated, an entertainment shop that focuses on music, films and games and the bits and bobs that these entail, such as iPods, consoles and DVD players. HMV stands for His Master’s Voice, which is also the name of a famous painting. The painting is of a dog with its ears pricked up, listening to an old record player, thinking that the voice on the record was that of its owner. The dog has an inquisitive and curious look on its face. This image is also HMV’s logo, with the dog nicknamed Nipper. HMV started off as a small music record shop and has since expanded and evolved to become one of the most successful shops in the business, running for well over a century.
WAKE UP, YOU FOOL. NIPPER WILL BITE YOUR SLEEPY FACE OFF.
Ahem. Please excuse my slight tangent, and allow me to carry on with my anecdote.
Thank you.
Today at HMV, we were celebrating the beginning of our summer sale by having a themed dress down day. The theme was, rather imaginatively, summer. This allowed for all sorts of whoozles and colourful treats. I went into work in a green and orange striped shirt, unbuttoned to add an air of casual warmth, and a white t-shirt with an orange and black image of an exploded Game Boy, showing all the parts that make it up and all the magical gaming wonder that is locked away inside, in its feather box. It is quite the t-shirt. I also wore jeans and Converse, and placed a pair of sunglasses on my head, rather like a cooler and more manly hairband. Or something.
It was a sight for colour-starved eyes going into work this morning; everyone was all jolly and bouncy. Especially the lady-types. There were pinks and reds and greens and blues and oh, oh my, was it magical. I felt like I was working in a HMV shop inside a rainbow.
Usually when we have promotional-type days of wondercrust, we set up a TV and Wii console on the shop floor so that customers may try out a fancy gamelicious treat. In today’s case, that game was EA Grand Slam Tennis, a game which supports Wii Motion Plus, the new Wii Remote-enhancing add-on that basically makes the Wii Remote do what it’s supposed to do a little bit better. They still haven’t fixed the problem of the infrared sensor bar which, if walked in front of, disrupts the infrared beam between the Remote and the bar, which for a console whose “USP” (unique selling point) is motion sensing controls, is rather poor. Rather poor indeed.
Oh, there go my tangent stems once again, beating a tune on my cortex.
It was a joy to see joyous customers joyously flinging their arms around like drunk sign posts with elbows. Even one of the Saturday guys had a quick swing-a-ling. They lost, 0-40. GRAND SLAM TENNIS, SHE’S A HARSH MISTRESS.
Further adding chuckles and japes to the goings on was the fact that my decorative sunglasses, rather like a star on top of a summery Christmas tree, kept falling down onto my nose. This made some customers giggle and chortle as they were buying their Michael Jackson album and their copy of Bolt with free plush toy of Rhino, the hamster.
The day was good, and good was the day. The only thing preventing the day from earning a perfect score is the fact that my Converse shoesies made my feet hurt, rather a lot, despite the fact that they are old and comfy. Though, when I came home and fed my face, I chilled out, like a fridge in the Maldives. Beautiful. I have a cup of tea right now. The current amount of tea left in the mug is approximately 46% full.
Tea, my friends, is the drink of kings. That is why kings always have nasty, yellow teeth.
