Frustrated.

I take a lot of pride in my work. I want my floor to look fabulous. I want our sales numbers to be good. I want to give customers suggestions and have them leave satisfied. These things are challenging, but rewarding. And, dare I say it...a little bit fun.

We're in the middle of some big floor moves and I've had some ideas about how to make books more accessible to our customers. I talked to my boss about them today, and we both got excited planning future projects. I went into this job saying that I would be good at my position because I'm smart, I'm a good first point-of-reference at the store, and I really enjoy helping people find what books they want.
I'd say those things might be true now if I also didn't have to do all my other stuff. I enjoy my off-floor tasks SO much more, but having a register at the book information desk really diminishes my productivity. Today I spent at least half my time ringing up Valentine's Godiva (which went to 50% off). Yes, ringing up people is part of my job. But I. hate. it.

I really want to get to the point where I feel like I'm doing all the things I find important without resenting all the other aspects that come with working at the most visible desk in the store. I don't think there is a fine balance in this type of situation.

But that doesn't mean that it's not going to continue making me crazy. And it doesn't help that I'm allergic to chocolate and can't even FATHOM spending $72 on a box of it. Like, adopt a kitten, buy some books, pay for my bar tab. That is a LOT of money to spend on chocolate, the most foul substance in the world. I've been a vegetarian for 16 years and I would rather choke down a steak than eat chocolate. In fact, I'd rather eat crayons. Or my pillow. Or cardboard.
Just...ew.