Holiday.

Celebrate? No, not really. Unlike waitressing, where when it's busier I make more money, at the bookstore it's just busier and I'm just making the same, getting less work accomplished, and standing in front of a register all day. Which is maybe my least favorite thing EVER.

I know it sounds crazy, but there really are aspects of this job that I like. It's really fun to help people find books as presents or books to read on a long flight or to stock tables with books that end up selling well. Having a customer leave happy or seeing the sales data for a book I ordered is rewarding.

What's not rewarding? Having two people on hold while trying to find some guy's missing laptop while similtaneously stabbing my scabby burn with a zipper from some general merchandise product. And then saying to the people in line carrying more clothing, "I'm all alone, and there's couple cashiers at the front of the store if you don't need to look up books" and having one of them say, "Oh, they sent us here." The hell? I just...WHY????? We all have a lot to do, but sending people with clothing to the girl with a gaping wound and no co-workers in sight? Well that's just silly.

One person. Many tasks. Blood flowing out of arm.
Super fun on a Tuesday night, my friends. SUPER.