whoosh
Even though I have a college degree and work a retail job at a bookstore (this still makes me want to die a bit inside), I love the fact that I see at least 100 people a day, and that I talk to people I don't know, and that even though I feel stagnant as hell, I am moving around, walking, talking, interacting. Deep in my heart I want to be stuck at a desk in nyc wearing a pencil skirt and working with books, but until I can feasibly make that happen I will be running around in a bookstore wearing jeans and working with books.
Some things make me happy-- today I took an extra five minutes to talk with a lady with two grandchildren who was being very courteous about these magnetic stones we have. Instead of filling the pouch twice over like most customers do, she filled it a reasonable amount with some room left. I told her to get a few more, and she was very grateful. I was amazed, because she was the first customer I've had that hasn't been so greedy about those rocks. I took six of them out and put them in her and her grandchildren's hands, with the instructions to hold them tight when they walk past the metal detector. It was absolutely glorious to watch them--they walked back and forth through the detector at least six times, feeling the vibrations in their hands.
I sat back and felt nice and warm, because I might have just created a memory. I didn't need to do that for this woman, but I wanted to.
This is hard to explain, but it's moments like these where I'm okay with working retail. It doesn't last for very long, but while it does, I let my head settle down so it will stop buzzing with indignity and "you can do betters."
(Rachel- It's like our fiction workshop all over again. TJ comes in to the bookstore, and his ex-girlfriend comes in a lot too. It's so nice to see them, it almost makes me feel like I'm in college again, with the world at my feet and harsh reality banished back to a fictitious day after graduation.)
Some things make me happy-- today I took an extra five minutes to talk with a lady with two grandchildren who was being very courteous about these magnetic stones we have. Instead of filling the pouch twice over like most customers do, she filled it a reasonable amount with some room left. I told her to get a few more, and she was very grateful. I was amazed, because she was the first customer I've had that hasn't been so greedy about those rocks. I took six of them out and put them in her and her grandchildren's hands, with the instructions to hold them tight when they walk past the metal detector. It was absolutely glorious to watch them--they walked back and forth through the detector at least six times, feeling the vibrations in their hands.
I sat back and felt nice and warm, because I might have just created a memory. I didn't need to do that for this woman, but I wanted to.
This is hard to explain, but it's moments like these where I'm okay with working retail. It doesn't last for very long, but while it does, I let my head settle down so it will stop buzzing with indignity and "you can do betters."
(Rachel- It's like our fiction workshop all over again. TJ comes in to the bookstore, and his ex-girlfriend comes in a lot too. It's so nice to see them, it almost makes me feel like I'm in college again, with the world at my feet and harsh reality banished back to a fictitious day after graduation.)