i am unbelievably exhausted right now. my feet hurt like i'd been climbing rocks nonstop for a week.
customers are raging assholes. please keep this in mind, and be nice to your local bookseller next time you buy books.
(they threw me out on the killing fields, aka the cash register, five minutes after i clocked in today. for EIGHT HOURS. after a day and a half of very halfassed training.)
(but i did manage to sell a readers advantage subscription sort of by chance. my manager was all bug-eyed, because on the other hand, i still can't remember where the self-help section is. you'd be amazed how many people come in asking for self help.)
(sorry for those of you who indulge, but it's really hard to keep a straight face when some guy gives you four nudie magazines to ring up.)
what a week. last night was disastrous. (i hate bars. i hate bars. i hate bars.) today was insane. and tomorrow i have to be back at work at eight in the morning. and i got home at nine tonight. whine whine whine.
last night i dreamed that patrick's girlfriend was trying to kill me. then somehow the dream took another odd turn, and suddenly i found myself in atlanta with will s_____, who was dirt-poor and the owner of a tiny but lovely hole-in-the-wall bookstore, and somehow he was my soulmate. there was one particular dream-question that prompted the epiphany. i WISH i could remember what it was. it was something that, at the time, was extremely profound to and determining for me, but was actually something like, "you read books too? let's get married!" anyway. will s_____? i really think it's time to start thinking about something else.
