Ralph the Elf Finds a Job (part 2)

What's an unemployed elf to do? Work in a toy store?

What's it like working here anyway? This guy really couldn't say. He just kept repeating the same words over and over. Something about "the horror".

This guy kept breaking out into insipid songs about green rainbows and pigs. I was pretty sure this was going to be worse than hanging out on a banister.

Panhandling was looking like the only option. Then I heard some familiar sounding bells. Santa was visiting this very same mall! I went over to give that bastard a piece of my mind.

He wasn't very happy to see me at first.

But I told him about how hanging out in a lobby all day wasn't doing anything for my self esteem, and he seemed to understand. He told me that I could have all the time off I needed to find myself. "Maybe you should try a new career!" he said. "ho ho ho".