Hooray! After five weeks of feeling weighed down by enforced uselessness I have finally found a job. Not just any job, either: it may sound silly, but I have always wanted to work at a bookstore.
How's that for ambition, huh? So I was thrilled just all to bits when Erin, the very
nice manager at Borders, surprised me by asking for an interview right then and there with herself and Darryl, the head honcho store manager. Some of the grueling interview questions:
*What's your favorite book?
*What are your three favorite movies?
*What was the last CD you bought?
It was exhausting. Anyway, I start on Monday. I'll be making a ridiculously low wage
doing something (knock on wood or, in the absence of wood, something that kind of looks like wood) that I might just really like. And the best part? I mentionedthat I liked working with kids and Erin asked if I'd
be willing to help set up a weekly storytime. Love it.