||[Jan. 31st, 2008|10:54 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
Well, I'm not exactly sure how to do this, but I'm gonna try a little live blogging today, from the shop.
For your consideration: compare and contrast Clerks and Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass. Pay special attention to the amount of trouble that bored youth can get into and escape again.
Extra Credit: How is Clerks like Star Wars? How is it different?
The tea I brewed (gen mai cha, I think it's called; a gift from ceciliatan) in the special tea-brewin' travel mug stayed warm for the duration of my 35 minute walk to work and was tasty and drinkable when I arrived. Yum.
What an AMAZINGLY wretched day! The receipt machine ran out of tape and we have no more. So, in addition to the slowly dying credit card machine, which I have to baby into printing receipts EVERY SINGLE TIME (by holding the paper as it prints and gently pulling to keep the motor from giving up; and sometimes there are reprint failures), I now have to hold the "I HAVE PAPER!" button on the OTHER printer if I want it to let me complete every transaction I ring up (and open the drawer).
Plus, the place is a chaos pit with stuff everywhere after the insanity of New Comics Day (yesterday).
Ok, my coworker bought me some tape from Staples. We didn't think they had it, since the boss wanted the phone number to order it. But they do carry small amounts and it worked.
The guy who made me crawl up & pull down Golden Age bought stuff. Yay!
Now back to cleaning up.
Cleaned up despite an infinite amount of interference. More cleaning to do, but at least the customers can get to the back issues.
We have a new stool behind the counter. It has a BACK, god bless. This makes working here infinitely more tolerable from a physical point of view. In my exhaustion, I'm extra bonus happy for it.
However, standing on it to get to the high-price back issues (HPBIs... I just made that up) on the built-in rack behind the counter is an EXTREMELY CHANCEY PROPOSITION. Yeesh. This is why I was a little whiny earlier about the guy who made me pull down a bunch of the HPBIs. A lot of people make me do it and then don't buy any of them. PITA.
Gonna snarf down lunch now. Later!
Wait, almost forgot... People LOVE the mixes I'm playing. They are the 6 CDs of party mix that Regis burned for my birthday party a few years ago.
GO GO GOOD-TASTE rmd!!!
Ok, lunch snarfed, Pirate's Booty munched, Grace Jones on the CD player, and only one customer in the store. Nice. Peaceful.
The reason the new chair is no good to stand on, by the by, is because it has WHEELS. Forgot to mention that before.
See, with live blogging I don't have any time to edit, so you get to see all the mistakes you'd normally see if I wasn't a fastidious re-reader, obsessively checking every post before I put it up.
Almost home free. Processed a 3 box shipment, took an hour's break (drank tea at Tealuxe, deposited a pay check, then sat outside drinking a grape soda from Cardullo's and tearing apart a small loaf of crusty peasant bread, feeding crumbs to the tiny birdies), came back, and finished processing the computer update on the order.
I have been asked to write out what I want in an ideal coworker for one of my coworkers. *sigh*
I can't leave til my coworker comes back.
The BF's here, waiting to walk me home.
I wanna go home. Tired. Cranky. Gassy. Oversharing.
COWORKER! COME BACK!
I didn't manage to get the Yaoi subsection of the adult books set up, dammit. A bit too crazy a day. And the table behind me is a pit. And I'm being forced to listen to Guns-n-Roses. I think this is a violation of my rights under the Geneva convention.
We're home! Coworker finally FINALLY came back at about 6:30pm and we were out of there in under 10 minutes.
We jumped on the bus and sat in stop & go traffic until we were dropped off in Porter Square and walked home. Whew!
What a pigfuckin' puppy-kicker of a day...