Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
I wish bookstores and libraries were open 24 hours. Let me wander aimlessly through the different aisles of worlds at 3 AM and choose which ones to disappear into for a little while when sleep has escaped me.
I started a new job at a pretty popular bookstore (Barney&Knobs) and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT! I still work at my other job (a movie theater) but this new one is so much better. It pays me well AND I actually get holiday pay here not to mention Christmas off (I still have to work my other job on Christmas but at least it’s not a full day!)
Everyone is sooo nice and helpful, I’ve never had anyone get exasperated with me because I’m new, if I make a mistake they just say “don’t worry about it, here’s what you do next time”. No one is “too busy” to help you, and the customer service is great. At my other job everyone complains about having to ring up even one customer during a slow day and act like it’s a huge inconvenience to them when they weren’t doing anything. At this new job, it’s the exact opposite. Unless the customer is outright rude, everyone is happy to help them, even the Cafe workers. Also the company itself is really accepting, we don’t have security cameras up because we try to give customers the benefit of the doubt. We allow breastfeeding mothers in, we don’t discriminate against race, religion, sexuality, or appearance. We remove customers who complain about someone else for those reasons, and the only shoppers that are scrutinized are the ones who have had past offenses or who are noticeably trying to steal from us. Oh, and everyone likes each other too. No one there has a “fuck coworker” story because everyone is really nice and helpful. I love my theater job but I may cut back my hours there so I can work more at the bookstore, it’s such a happy and calm environment.
—“I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.”