On my last day as a bookseller I am filled with mixed emotions. This place as been both the bane of my existance and a refuge. It is my tiny, small store enveloped in a corporate mess. We were a group of individuals who ran a business well, made money, prided ourselves in displays and book knowledge. We excelled at everything that was asked of us and had fun (most of the time) while doing it. Despite the success of our world, the corporate machine does not work the same way and all the work is lost. I have hated, physically hated, going to work some days and I have also found myself there hours after I should have been off.
Some things I have learned the past 8 years:
No matter how many times I have said the alphabet, I still need to sing it in my head as I am shelving a cart.
People are generally good…except when they become customers:)
To manage people successfully, talking is overrated…listen.
The look of joy from your child when you come home from work can never solve the hurt of watching them cry when you leave, rough.
It is possible to have a group of people so different, so unique all in one spot and really like them all (ok, well…most of them).
The difference between a graphic novel and manga…that is really using my college degree!!!
I was blessed to meet a lot of great people and make friendships that lasted six months and also some friendships that will last forever. People started working their freshmen year of college and then graduated, got married, moved on & then came back. It has been a flame to many moths and it would have been a slight relief to find a better job and move on, but always be able to come back. Now I have to move on by locking it’s doors…that is sad. I know when a bestselling author has a new book, what you should read if you liked Terry Prachett and what book with a red cover was on display “just days ago”. I also know my daughters loved reading books there, coming in to pick up Mama and running into the arms of my coworkers that have know become their friends.
It is a place that will be missed.