work work work
I’m sitting at work, starring at my cat shoes and worrying over how much longer they’re going to last. Maybe I shouldn’t wear them as much as I do. Maybe I should wear my sneakers more. But aren’t shoes meant to be worn? Why else would we buy them if not to wear them? I wonder if I could order another pair online… I’m pondering this question, very hard too, then I realize… I’m at work!!! How is it I have time to worry over such things? Why aren’t I busier? I miss being busy! I miss the book store… so much!! I miss it all the time, but I miss it most at times like this. And the worst part is I’m missing something I can’t ever have back. And that makes it suck so much more!
I went into the store in Lynn Valley last weekend with the intention of asking if they were hiring for weekends or evenings or something, and I’m standing there worrying over the state of their shelves (what a disaster of a store!) when I hear this woman ask one of the employees for help. She’s just read The Kite Runner, and A Thousand Splendid Suns and wants something like that but doesn’t know what to get. And what does the woman hand her? The Historian! Uhm…. Okay. So the employee leaves the woman standing there, frowning at the back cover, and I’m standing there thinking, what the hell! So I walk up to the woman and say “you want something like A Thousand Splendid Suns, right?” and she’s like “yes….” Wondering what the hell my deal is. So I hand her The Space Between Us and say “this is more like what you want.” So she reads the back and looks at me all happy and says “perfect! Thank you!” and goes and buys the book. Meanwhile, there’s a woman up at cash trying to do a return without a receipt, so the poor cashier (and I do sympathize with her) says “I have to get my manager” and walks away, returning with the woman who recommended The Historian. That’s when I walked out and decided, no way I wanna work there specially if that’s the person I’ll be taking orders from. Phft!
I went into the store in Lynn Valley last weekend with the intention of asking if they were hiring for weekends or evenings or something, and I’m standing there worrying over the state of their shelves (what a disaster of a store!) when I hear this woman ask one of the employees for help. She’s just read The Kite Runner, and A Thousand Splendid Suns and wants something like that but doesn’t know what to get. And what does the woman hand her? The Historian! Uhm…. Okay. So the employee leaves the woman standing there, frowning at the back cover, and I’m standing there thinking, what the hell! So I walk up to the woman and say “you want something like A Thousand Splendid Suns, right?” and she’s like “yes….” Wondering what the hell my deal is. So I hand her The Space Between Us and say “this is more like what you want.” So she reads the back and looks at me all happy and says “perfect! Thank you!” and goes and buys the book. Meanwhile, there’s a woman up at cash trying to do a return without a receipt, so the poor cashier (and I do sympathize with her) says “I have to get my manager” and walks away, returning with the woman who recommended The Historian. That’s when I walked out and decided, no way I wanna work there specially if that’s the person I’ll be taking orders from. Phft!