Working retail on the holidays is enough to make you consider telling your family "hey, maybe we shouldn't even get each other presents this year, because I've seen the stores, and fuck that." Or maybe not, and you'll just think that all the mall madness is a necessary evil that justify the iPad underneath the tree (or on the last night of Hannukkah, whatever) this year. But perhaps, you'll come to an understanding that "it's the thought that counts" isn't complete bullshit, because anyone willing to subject themselves to the hell that is the holiday retail season just may be a saint.