Infrequent musings of a meandering mind

When you’ve worked in enough retail settings, you’ll come to know a variety of different client “types”. Unfortunately sometimes a single person has polypharmpersonality disorder and may exhibit several client types all at once, affect a different type with each visit or may be subject to rapid cycling during the course of your single interaction. So here’s a list of client types that I have tried to categorise for your amusement. The Weekend Whopper This is the term that I use to describe those clients that come in with a whopper of a “shopping list” for you to sort out over a weekend. And the clincher is that these are usually the people that actually have free time available during normal weekday hours to come and collect their items, but they choose to, instead, wait until a weekend to hold up a whole queue of acutely ill people. And should you be unfortunate enough to have run out of stock of any of their chronic medication, you will most likely be scolded for your poor st

In those dark moments when I worry about my little girl and whether or not she's alright, feeling her move is so reassuring. At 34 weeks (and 2 days!), I've been feeling gradually more optimistic about the future my family has in store and pushing away negativity and worry more easily. But after seeing another mom's heartbreaking loss recently, it sent me into panic mode again. And so, while musing hopefully about my little bundle, I started writing this poem. Kick away, my precious darling It gives me comfort so!  Even when it might be startling It’s enough to make me glow Kick away, my little dear Remind me that you’re there Ease your mother’s fear Save her from worried despair Kick away, my miraculous blessing My precious gift from above It is not at all distressing  It makes me fall more in love Kick away, my tiny one A few nudges are welcome too As each day’s rising and setting sun Bring me closer to holding you Kick awa