I got the job. I start Monday. And I’m ridiculously excited about it, and not just because of those two lovely words, Employee Discount.
In some alternate universe where I was more blase or just a yuppie asshole with grandiosity problems brought on by graduate school I might be rolling my eyes at myself for being excited to be the head cashier at one busy store in a national bookstore chain, but I just spent the weekend helping make sure there was enough food on the table and all the other things needed to set up and ensure that A. & E.’s wedding reception went as smoothly as possible. The feeling of looking around and seeing that tangible things were being accomplished was a warmer feeling than I’ve had recently by pushing paper over my desk.
Plus, it gives me an excuse to buy some new shoes, since Thoreau was just plain wrong about being wary of enterprises requiring new clothes. I mean, the guy nearly burnt down all of Concord with a badly-set campfire. (See, literary trivia. I’m practicing for work.)