Full disclosure: In those rare times when I’m not editing or graphic-ing or blogging or stand-upping or ukulele-ing or the myriad of other projects I take (and abandon), I’ll sometimes work a shift over at The World’s Biggest Bookstore in Toronto. This doesn’t happen often. I’ve got to be available and there actually have to be hours when the store needs me but every now and again, I’m there slingin’ books.
For anyone that’s ever toiled in retail, I think we can all agree that it’s pretty miserable. I’m using the Woody Allen definition of “miserable” because there are actually horrible things going on so we should all just be thankful that we just have to deal with a lady that’s trying to get a refund on broken shoes instead of working at Foxconn. And actually, as far as retail jobs go, I’ve found working in a bookstore to be very therapeutic especially after having worked in advertising.
I guess that was long, roundabout way for me to say, “Hey, I love bookstores!”