Autumn Is Your Last Chance

So works been picking up. Which means I've been laying low online since I come home bonkers from exhaustion and a sudden bad knee on top of everything else. Typically holiday sales only really happen within the last week before Christmas and this weekend kicked things off with just myself and another (new) girl on the floor doing all the leg work and now my legs... well, they don't work.

But it's kind of refreshing to see CDs being bought again, even if all everybody seems to want this year is Josh Groban's new Christmas album Noel, in which a little piece of me dies inside every time we have to play the wretched thing in the store. Not like it needs the push. People have been bitching for years that Groban hasn't put out a full-on Christmas CD, so I suppose this year everyone gets their friggin' Christmas wish (but me).

Other holiday disks that seem to be moving well are yuppie-loved Celtic Women Christmas, Newsong's The Christmas Shoes, because nothing screams the holidays like yo' dead mama's feet, and Miss Patti's Christmas by Patti LaBelle, which even her fearlessly strong vocals can't quite save the relatively milk-safe production values of the music itself.

Still, it's been rather fun selling music again, and I admit I look forward to the holiday shopping season if for anything to get to push music on people again, since in this day and age nobody else during the rest of the year is buying any.

There's a Christmas party Thursday night. I suppose I need to make cookies. Mother of Yod. At least I got the majority of my shopping done. That's got to be a first for me.