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Book Store


I'd always wanted to work at a book store. In the 90's there were a bunch of options: independents, used, small/mall chain stores, and the big box stores were coming into their heyday. I put in applications at all of them and never heard anything back. That changed when this place called me in for an interview. They were hiring for Christmas help.

I can still remember being interviewed in the middle of the store by the store manager (the wondeful DH). Shoppers browsed around us as I sat there stoked at how well the interview seemed to be going. My wife (girlfriend at the time) and her friend picked me up and I could barely contain my excitement. I ended up getting the job and making the cut once Christmas help was no longer needed. I stayed for around 3 years.

There's the job and then there's the people you work with. This place was special. My fellow coworkers were a mix of writers, artists, teachers, and students. They were young and old. All of them loved books. For people around my age, the job was a waystation during school until we entered our professions. I loved it and I loved the people.

I don't know how anyone put up with me. I was young and naive but snarky and sarcastic. I epitomized the Dunning Kruger effect and didn't know when to shut the fuck up.

For a long time it was my favorite job. Then the original group of folks started leaving to begin their careers, change stores, or change companies. The store manager, one of my favorite bosses to this day, left. The store and people that were hired became more corporate. It lost its personality and culture. I was going to school full time during the day and closing the store at night. It was wearing on me and towards the end I was a walking zombie. I finally got my degree and my first programming gig.

The store is still there. I go in every once in a while for physical books. It's weird.

Some memories:

Submitted 03/07/2022 11:43 pm