Today was the first day of "rush" at the bookstore once again. Basically, it's busy because everyone's supposed to be buying their textbooks. There were more employees than customers in the store today though which I was completely ok with because I had time to do so me realizing. I love working there because of the people. The people are what make it amazing. Whether they be my fellow employees or the crazy customers. Over the course of one semester, that bookstore has become like another home. One filled with very expensive books. I also realized just how much I've learned there over just four months. I was schooling the group lead in charge of me today. I felt bad being one of those people, but I just couldn't help it today.
I've met some interesting people at the bookstore. The old woman who spent five minutes talking to herself at my register. I literally couldn't get through to her. The people who tell me their life stories in the space of a few minutes. The guy who came back, shook my hand, told me my eyes were pretty, and he needed to introduce himself to girls who's eyes he compliments. The woman who asked if I knew any good private investigators. The five guys who said they accompanied their friend everywhere. I asked them if they were headed to the bathroom afterwards. I thought I was hilarious.
I'm reassured on an hourly basis that I picked the right major when ringing up the engineering, bio, chemistry majors. My wallet cries for those people. And their backs.
Then there's always the crazy conversations. Today, we were enlightened on how to get out of the friend zone. Apparently it involves alcohol and a very sexy kiss. You have to show them that wild side, the side not expected when one is in the friend zone. This revelation led to lots of debate. Since I don't drink nor am I in a friend zone, I will never find out the truth.
I love my job. I'm almost scared to publish this because Wednesday will probably end up rough. Oh well.
I've met some interesting people at the bookstore. The old woman who spent five minutes talking to herself at my register. I literally couldn't get through to her. The people who tell me their life stories in the space of a few minutes. The guy who came back, shook my hand, told me my eyes were pretty, and he needed to introduce himself to girls who's eyes he compliments. The woman who asked if I knew any good private investigators. The five guys who said they accompanied their friend everywhere. I asked them if they were headed to the bathroom afterwards. I thought I was hilarious.
I'm reassured on an hourly basis that I picked the right major when ringing up the engineering, bio, chemistry majors. My wallet cries for those people. And their backs.
Then there's always the crazy conversations. Today, we were enlightened on how to get out of the friend zone. Apparently it involves alcohol and a very sexy kiss. You have to show them that wild side, the side not expected when one is in the friend zone. This revelation led to lots of debate. Since I don't drink nor am I in a friend zone, I will never find out the truth.
I love my job. I'm almost scared to publish this because Wednesday will probably end up rough. Oh well.
Haha don't feel too bad for the chem/bio/engineering majors. It is so expensive-- I know, trust me-- but I love it, and I couldn't imagine studying anything else. Totally worth it :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you like your job so much, though. But hearing about all the weird/awesome people you meet makes me feel bad, because I don't ever give anyone that satisfaction at the register. I'm very boring haha. Ring up my books, then I pay and leave. The end. I'll have to consider something new ;)