Ok, d@# I did it again, starting with "ok", ugh. so, I'm reading my friend grudgegirl 's blog. HI-larious, I must say. Check it out; you won't be disappointed. So, more ramblings, for today, only 8 months between posts. I have no idea why I have this thing, but I figure I might as well use it. My boyfriend says if I put anything about him in this blog, he'll kill me. So, I won't. He just doesn't get it/see the point/is a pretty private person. That's cool, I have no secrets. Well, at least none you're going to find out. Well, let's see, dum de dum... oh, something about me, okay. drat!
I work in the world's largest used bookstore chain, Half Price Books, (HPB). I know, I know, you wish you could touch me. I have held several different positions there. Not, of the sexual type mind you. I started out as the lowly bookseller/worker one. This is what everyone starts out as. I progressed to "worker two" (more resposibility, maybe a smidge more pay) and then to "store inventory manager" (SIM) . Again, more responsibility, maybe a smidge more pay. I had to do displays, process shipment, order/reorder merchandise, etc... I eventually made it to ASSISTANT MANAGER #2. Ooh ahh, now you REALLY want to touch me don't you? This was basically low man on the totem pole manager. I was in charge when no one was around, but still couldn't make any major decisions. then I moved to NYC ok, really Jersey City, just across the river with my then boyfriend, and one of my best girl friends. "We're going to Broadway Y'all"(Parker Posey as Libby Mae Brown in Waiting for Guffman.) Yeah, whatever. Let me state right now, this was not my dream. It was the dream of my then boyfriend and best girl friend. Yes, I love to perform, but was happy here in l'il ol' Indinapolis. But my heart won out over my head, and I followed someone else's dream. We left in early November, and I came back to Indy the 2nd week of January. My turn of the Milennium was spent with me slobbering all over myself about wanting to go home. I guess that's one way to start off a new century. I called my mom, and said I was coming home. I called my manager, sure I could come back to work. And I did, and was lowly" bookseller" again, and then SIM again, and then back to bookseller. And that's where I am 10, yes TEN years (ok in April) of working at HPB.
In a rut? You betcha' sistah. But I'm making changes. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know it's not a bookseller.
until next time.
xophilbug
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ok, now i need to figure out how to block unwanted comments!!!
ReplyDeleteSee my comment in your most recent post.
ReplyDeleteAnd, you know what? I have totally wanted to touch you since day. ONE. baby!!!
You know what's cool about this post? I can completely hear your spoken voice in it. You're writing exactly how you speak, which is awesome. Way to be authentic to your own true self, dude. It takes most writers years to learn that.
Go, you!
As to writing about Scott or not, I made the decision when I started grudge girl that I'd never write anything negative or confessional-ish about Andy, because I want him to read it. It's not a bitch about my husband blog. I would feel traitorous doing that. It's just not me, or us, or, really, even necessary.
Is there, every once in a while, something about him that bugs me that I'd love to bitch about in a minor way online? Certainly. But I won't do it.
The weirdest thing is that sometimes now, I'll start to tell him something, and then instead, to save time, I'll just refer him to my blog.
If we ever get to the point where all our conversations are being held online, something will have to change.
Do you think that Scott will read this?