I sounds kind of lame, but at the moment I really genuinely love working at the bookshop.
First of all, because whenever I get a little bit bored alphabetising the entire fiction section, or replacing 70 sun-damaged stickers, I get to remind myself that no- I don’t get to be bored doing this. I spent six months looking for a job where I could be happy, and damn straight I am going to take advantage of it and be grateful for what I have.
And secondly, because I guess that I really enjoy the insight into someone’s life, through the books they purchase. An Asian teenager, who sang along with me to the Killers as we searched for books on improving your english for education purposes. A young woman with a bandana and painted on eyebrows looking for a self-help book about treating cancer with natural and holistic remedies, who ended up buying a book about dealing with anxiety. A hipster poster child asking about the writings of a Swedish hermit who he described as “a prophet for our time”.
People are weird and wonderful and I love it.
ETA: Also the dress code is really relaxed so I get to wear all of my awesome tee shirts and it’s awesome because I have loads of awesome tee shirts. Awesome yeeeeeeah.