Books have hired me.
That's what I wrote in my journal last Wednesday, after an interview for a full-time, 3-5 month job at a local store, Windows Booksellers. I was hired on the spot (after being turned down, more than three years ago, for a previous opening). I started training this past Monday.
So far all I can say is I'm completely smitten. Who wouldn't be, processing orders for and helping customers find old books on world history, church history, philosophy, and so forth (plus often on site is my boss's German Shepard named for Wendell Berry)? There is a small chance this temporary position will turn into something more permanent. For now it is a good time for me to adjust, after decades, to 40 hours a week, 9-5.
Speaking of which, I need to go finish getting ready for today's shift. If you're in town, stop in sometime. I'll be behind the front counter, unless I'm off in the stacks pulling books for orders. Even my fibromyalgic body seems not to mind the reaching, stooping, and squatting involved (plus that work is only a portion of my day).
I'm sure joy (or the lack thereof) is a huge factor in difficulty levels of activity. Though I don't have time to post a photo today, you can imagine me joyful.
(Thanks also, to all those who have wished and prayed for me to have something wonderful to do.)
That's what I wrote in my journal last Wednesday, after an interview for a full-time, 3-5 month job at a local store, Windows Booksellers. I was hired on the spot (after being turned down, more than three years ago, for a previous opening). I started training this past Monday.
So far all I can say is I'm completely smitten. Who wouldn't be, processing orders for and helping customers find old books on world history, church history, philosophy, and so forth (plus often on site is my boss's German Shepard named for Wendell Berry)? There is a small chance this temporary position will turn into something more permanent. For now it is a good time for me to adjust, after decades, to 40 hours a week, 9-5.
Speaking of which, I need to go finish getting ready for today's shift. If you're in town, stop in sometime. I'll be behind the front counter, unless I'm off in the stacks pulling books for orders. Even my fibromyalgic body seems not to mind the reaching, stooping, and squatting involved (plus that work is only a portion of my day).
I'm sure joy (or the lack thereof) is a huge factor in difficulty levels of activity. Though I don't have time to post a photo today, you can imagine me joyful.
(Thanks also, to all those who have wished and prayed for me to have something wonderful to do.)
