I guess you could say I love my life.
So just to warn you, I'm going to be one of those annoying people who talks constantly about work for awhile. I know a lot of you have already sat through one or two of my Chili's rants or heard me rhapsodize one too many times about just how much I love Natural Bridges, and you probably wanted to hit me or smother me or something, and I apologize for that. Please bear with me. Because guys, I just have to say it: I fucking love my job.
I have no idea how I've gotten so lucky the past few years when it comes to employment, but oh my god, I think I've hit the jackpot this time. Bookshop Santa Cruz is kind of amazing. My coworkers are perfectly charming and cute and smart, and the books are beautiful and clever and varied and I want to read every single one of them, and when I'm there I feel like my brain is just turned on. I still have a thousand things to learn and I won't have too many hours to start off, and I'm sure I'm going to fuck up every five seconds and there will be moments when it's scary, but I've been waking up at 6:30 every day this week with a smile on my face, totally thrilled to be going to work. They treat their employees right at Bookshop, and everyone is so supportive and friendly and helpful, and they all talk about books and have literary inside jokes and there are Countdown to Obama clocks, and just...I love it. I feel like I fit in, and I haven't even been there a week. And now I am officially gushing.
I walk to work. I've been spending like $2 a day all week and hardly driving my car at all, and it feels really good. Last night I cooked a delicious dinner all by myself and then went and sat on the beach for an hour, watching pelicans dive into the waves. This is why I stayed in Santa Cruz. This is it.
I have no idea how I've gotten so lucky the past few years when it comes to employment, but oh my god, I think I've hit the jackpot this time. Bookshop Santa Cruz is kind of amazing. My coworkers are perfectly charming and cute and smart, and the books are beautiful and clever and varied and I want to read every single one of them, and when I'm there I feel like my brain is just turned on. I still have a thousand things to learn and I won't have too many hours to start off, and I'm sure I'm going to fuck up every five seconds and there will be moments when it's scary, but I've been waking up at 6:30 every day this week with a smile on my face, totally thrilled to be going to work. They treat their employees right at Bookshop, and everyone is so supportive and friendly and helpful, and they all talk about books and have literary inside jokes and there are Countdown to Obama clocks, and just...I love it. I feel like I fit in, and I haven't even been there a week. And now I am officially gushing.
I walk to work. I've been spending like $2 a day all week and hardly driving my car at all, and it feels really good. Last night I cooked a delicious dinner all by myself and then went and sat on the beach for an hour, watching pelicans dive into the waves. This is why I stayed in Santa Cruz. This is it.