Opportunity Knocks (?)
I may actually have a job again. Which would be nice, if the circumstances weren't full of foreboding. I'll be working in a friend's bookstore, part-time to start with, stocking shelves and helping the owner's partner get conversant with shelving & organization (the partner's a highly capable gal, but new to bookstores and book-selling). This SHOULD be a lovely opportunity. Repeat, SHOULD.
The owner herself is the one-time fiancee of a late friend of mine. She's in the hospital, and not for the first time, with a chronic condition. It's uncertain how much stamina she'll have long-term when she gets back to work. Come to that, we can't be sure how much longer she'll be with us. It's tough on her partner, and equally tough for me to take. I've lost quite a lot of friends in the last few years to medical issues...wow, it used to be airplane accidents every six to eight months...and the slow erosion of friends in or near my age group is a reminder of mortality which I didn't need or want.
It'll be nice to get back to work, and doing something which I find easy and enjoyable. Helping people find information was a lot of my job as a mail-room jockey for umpteen years---I've been a book junkie since I was a kid, and haunted bookstores and any local library. Steering people to what they're after should be a snap for me, assuming it's in stock. But it's uneasy knowing that the boss herself---a friend, and the remaining representative of friendships older yet---is here on such a temporary basis.
The owner herself is the one-time fiancee of a late friend of mine. She's in the hospital, and not for the first time, with a chronic condition. It's uncertain how much stamina she'll have long-term when she gets back to work. Come to that, we can't be sure how much longer she'll be with us. It's tough on her partner, and equally tough for me to take. I've lost quite a lot of friends in the last few years to medical issues...wow, it used to be airplane accidents every six to eight months...and the slow erosion of friends in or near my age group is a reminder of mortality which I didn't need or want.
It'll be nice to get back to work, and doing something which I find easy and enjoyable. Helping people find information was a lot of my job as a mail-room jockey for umpteen years---I've been a book junkie since I was a kid, and haunted bookstores and any local library. Steering people to what they're after should be a snap for me, assuming it's in stock. But it's uneasy knowing that the boss herself---a friend, and the remaining representative of friendships older yet---is here on such a temporary basis.