Here it is, December first, 5:30 am and I am wide awake and about to jump in the shower and wash my hair. In a couple of hours I'm going to go open the bookstore doors and let in all the shoppers who come out of the woodwork at Christmas time.
I just love working in a store at Christmas time, especially a book store. I always get these folks who have no idea what literature is and who are there to purchase something for the readers in their families.
Most of them will look for a bargain and a fair share will ask me to discount their purchases for whatever reason they can devise.
Very rarely do I even come close to having a melt down with them, even at this time of the year. They amuse me. Even the rudest of them. And I'm pretty successful at getting them to return, even the ones who tell me they will never be back because I wouldn't slash the prices of their books.
I'm going to have a great day today. And part of the reason for that is because I'm going to put into practice BBC's wonderful words of wisdom to me;
"Fuck you, get out of my way. I'm moving on."
And if you think I might be talking to YOU, you are probably correct.
Rock on, Freddie.
Week Three Summary
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