Oh. Hello, internet.
So.
The last time we spoke I was less-than-gainfully employed at a reasonably sized bookstore where I ran the receiving and distribution of our inventory, led a small-but-fabulous team of three, and supervised a floor of about thirty-five employees.
Since then, I have experienced unemployment, liquidation, watched my beloved bookstore chain go belly-up (just about.) and started a new position that I really have no business doing and making a boatload of money doing it.
I miss my books, I miss my team, and I miss making shit money doing something I love. I feel like a sell-out.
I can't wait to finish my education degree so I can go back to being broke and fulfilled.
This new surplus of income is allowing me to restring my viola and rehair my bow so I can at least have one of my outlets back. If I can't swim in a sea of literature every day, I should at least be able to make some music.
Though the new job has yet to grow on me, I am lucky enough to be in an office with two fabulous coworkers who make my days a little easier. They both ask me often if I miss being in retail. I don't miss the hours, or the pay so much, but I do miss bookstore people. You know the type. And also, I miss being an asshole. Can't do much of that in Corporate Land.
I'm learning my way around this place. It'll do until I get out of school, at the very least.
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How are you guys?
The last time we spoke I was less-than-gainfully employed at a reasonably sized bookstore where I ran the receiving and distribution of our inventory, led a small-but-fabulous team of three, and supervised a floor of about thirty-five employees.
Since then, I have experienced unemployment, liquidation, watched my beloved bookstore chain go belly-up (just about.) and started a new position that I really have no business doing and making a boatload of money doing it.
I miss my books, I miss my team, and I miss making shit money doing something I love. I feel like a sell-out.
I can't wait to finish my education degree so I can go back to being broke and fulfilled.
This new surplus of income is allowing me to restring my viola and rehair my bow so I can at least have one of my outlets back. If I can't swim in a sea of literature every day, I should at least be able to make some music.
Though the new job has yet to grow on me, I am lucky enough to be in an office with two fabulous coworkers who make my days a little easier. They both ask me often if I miss being in retail. I don't miss the hours, or the pay so much, but I do miss bookstore people. You know the type. And also, I miss being an asshole. Can't do much of that in Corporate Land.
I'm learning my way around this place. It'll do until I get out of school, at the very least.
This message brought to you by the letter Insomnia.
How are you guys?