My brain didn't work for most of today
Today was one of those days. I kept mucking up with the til (the first time wasn't my fault as the customer changed his mind halfway through the transaction and once I press the "new books" button it is irreversible, but the second time I tried to charge a customer $69.95 for a $19.95 book. I also tried to give $11 change instead of $31) and I tried to knock my boss out and I burnt the ends of four fingers, so I now have bandaids everywhere because IT HURTS. I also may have wept when I had to place an order for The Secret; I don't know if it was because I had to order in such a piece of refuse or because I had to order it in because it is so popular even in tiny independent stores it just doesn't stay on the shelves.
I did, however, enjoy a customer who came in and asked "do you stock any of my books?" I gave a blank look and asked if he meant books he had ordered in. No, he's talking about books he wrote. Biographies, apparently, that have won numerous awards. He said all this and was still yet to introduce himself (and we're not computerised at all in regards to stock, so I couldn't look it up for him. He was rather put out).
But then I came home and found a package from faith_girl222 and am tempted to wear what was inside to bed just so I can say I sleep with Angel. Except then my mother started going on about him losing his soul and how she doesn't want him stalking us/killing her. Plus, the t-shirt is way too pretty to be relegated to pyjama status.
I did, however, enjoy a customer who came in and asked "do you stock any of my books?" I gave a blank look and asked if he meant books he had ordered in. No, he's talking about books he wrote. Biographies, apparently, that have won numerous awards. He said all this and was still yet to introduce himself (and we're not computerised at all in regards to stock, so I couldn't look it up for him. He was rather put out).
But then I came home and found a package from faith_girl222 and am tempted to wear what was inside to bed just so I can say I sleep with Angel. Except then my mother started going on about him losing his soul and how she doesn't want him stalking us/killing her. Plus, the t-shirt is way too pretty to be relegated to pyjama status.