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Life of Lu 24/08/2011

- I would firstly like to ask, Where, oh where, has our summer gone? It is August 24th! There has been little to no sunshine, little to no summer weather. So much so this month should be called Au-vember!

-The end of the summer is back to school time for parents and pupils everywhere. For my workplace it is like a regular stores Christmas as we sell the necessary school books for back to school.
And I must admit it can be painful working in such an environment.
People can be so cruel. I don't know why certain consumers feel that it is in some way appropriate for them to threaten, or verbally abuse retail staff.
 We don't get paid enough to be emotional punchbags.
We don't control the regularity of new editions of books.
We have no influence on publication dates or stock that the suppliers have run out of.
 We do not make the company policies. We carry them out or get fired.
Yes.
FIRED.
Each year the last week of August and the first week of September are draining. We are really busy yes but the grief that you are given by some customers can just break you down to tears if you let it. Please everyone, shop happily this week!

- I'm getting more and more excited about our move to Scotland. I know I have mentioned it in nearly every blog post recently but I am VERY excited! James is more worried than I am about our move. He is excited too but he is returning to Scotland very different to how he left and I think he is worried about how he will find Scotland and how Scotland will react to him.  I get what it is that is worrying him. He saw how my return to Galway affected me and I didn't change nearly as drastically as he has changed. At the end of the day though we can't control what people think, nor are we responsible for their thoughts. His family have expressed their delight at his coming home so he doesn't need to worry about all the other baggage.  Perhaps we should think of a way of leaving it all in Ireland. Wouldn't that be lovely?

-We are heading over to see James' sister Liz in a few weeks. I'm really looking forward to the trip. It is an overnight visit really but it will be super to see the girls. It is amazing how attached you can become to kids and how quickly it can happen. But I guess I first met them 3 years ago and that is an AGE in kids years. The only problem is every time we return from Liz's house James turns into a clucky hen... seriously, isn't it girls who are supposed to be clucky???

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