The holidays, they have started

Or else the assholes have all arrived and are torturing me. In the past few weeks I've been condescended to, yelled at and ignored by the customers I'm trying to help. I learned a new word, lexile. Does Barnes and Noble use this method to choose the age ranges of the books we sell? I think not. Therefore I do not know this term. Hello, customers! Even though we booksellers are an intelligent lot, we are not librarians! Librarians have a special degree in something called "library science." I have an art degree. I'm a smart person. But I am not a librarian! I can't help you research for your term paper due in two days. The same paper you were likely given the criteria for six bloody weeks ago!

And you, Mr I've Been Looking For A Book For Forty Minutes, I work at the info desk, there's a big ginormous sign over my head. Why did you not come to me before your brain had a meltdown? And why, for fuck's sake, did your wife tell us not to put the book she wanted on hold?

And fellow employees, there's a reason why we stagger our breaks. So I don't have an aneurysm trying to help every single damn person on a multi level store!

Whew! *wipes hand across forehead* I feel better now, getting that off my chest.

And I didn't even talk about the magazine people... Or the idiot who asked me; "you don't know where the nonfiction is?" Yeah, that one never gets old.

Crossposted from bn_booksellers