December 14th, 2004

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Cool Work Story

While I was racing about like a madwoman at the mad-busy bookstore this morning, my manager paged me. "Are you available to help a customer? She asked for you by name."

I was available, for a wonder, so I waddled to the front of the store to do my best. An elegantly dressed older woman was waiting. "You helped me last Christmas," she said. "I stopped in on Friday, but you weren't here." Yes, she made a seperate trip to come back on a day I was working. Apparently, I'd recommended an author for her son, an executive at Apple who happens to like SciFi. Now, I don't read a lot of SciFi, but apparently I gave her Connie Willis' 'To Say Nothing of the Dog.' No surprise, really. I adore Connie Willis. Muchly.

Apparently, I made a good choice. He loved it. So much, in fact, that he went out and bought 'Doomsday Book.'

So, I sold her 'Impossible Things' and a copy of Jerome K. Jerome's 'Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog)' because 1. it's really funny and 2. there was a nice symmetry to that.

That just made my day.
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Crappy Work Story

A customer came in looking for a book for a two year old girl. "She loves birds. Do you have a picture book with birds in it?"

As I took her to the section, she explained that this was the youngest of three kids, and she didn't always get things just for her, most things being hand-me-downs. I gave her Lois Ehlert's 'Feathers for Lunch' and, because the kid is two and the book is brilliantly funny, Mo Willem's 'Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus.'

"Oh, NO," the customer said to the latter. "No one has time to sit down and read to her." I whimpered. I actually whimpered. "Besides, the last thing this kid needs is more stimulation."

EXCUSE ME??????? She doesn't need someone reading to her because, oh, it might stimulate her mind and her imagination?

Well. Fuck you. And fuck the family that doesn't think that sitting down for five frelling minutes to read to a kid is worth it.