Rambling

Tuesday, September 24, 2024

The days go flying past! Is it possible, this day is a Tuesday already!

That summarizes my weekly mantra: “What happened to Monday?” Usually, this day initiates adjustment so that Wednesday’s appearance isn’t as jolting. Essentially, time flies.

I went to work yesterday, and as suspected, the store was short on employees. Instead of selling jewelry, I was assigned to cover the Intimates Department. The first half of my shift was spent straightening and rehanging bras, and I listened to women complaining about their breasts and having to search for bras. In an Initimates Department, breasts and bras are never-ending issues.

Some sort of variation occurs in every department. I’ve listened as customers talked unendingly about bed sheets and being willing to sleep only on certain types. Jewelry searching, of course, brings up lots of focus on oneself. A good seller does what’s needed in every product situation and listens.

Monday barely is history, and I rattle on. Maybe I’m slightly rattled after those few hours of listening to unresolvable complaints. Right now, I am considering the extent to which advances have transitioned the human condition.

Technology has given us almost endless choices. Once upon a time, a person who slept nights on a substantial straw mat was lucky. Back then, too, women typically used rag-type materials to bind their breasts and control menstruation. Nowadays, with many sophisticated choices, it seems they’re not enough, and people are restless.

In the late 1960’s, there was an enormous public movement to “Burn the bras!” Women’s bodies were becoming less idealized than those ballyhooed by the popular movies. That refocusing has continued and is an issue today.

And today, a woman is campaigning, she’s popular and might be America’s next President.

Dear Friends: I will be at work today listening to whatever anybody wants to say. Diana