I love my job

But jeez, can the holidays be over now? Some of the people after Christmas act like their mothers never instilled a single solitary manner. For example, I was walking past the Biography table and slid the Rickles book back into place, only to find that it felt wet. Worried, I took my customer to the section, then hurried back to find that someone had spilled coffee over about a third of the books on the first row. For crying out loud, people, can't you at least come tell us? Reminds of last year when a kid peed on the games stacked on the floor and his mother was acting like we were traumatizing him for going to get a bucket and mop to clean up the mess.

Anyway, while I was wiping down the books a lady came over, wincing. "Did the books get ruined?" She had a Panera coffee cup. I shrugged, saying it was too soon to tell, but it would have been nice if someone had told us. She nodded and then asked for one of the paper towels, unless, of course, I needed them all to clean up the spill. I grudgingly gave her one, then watched out the corner of my eye as she wiped down her cup. WTF lady? In any case, only a couple books ended up ruined and they weren't titles that had sold, so no harm done, I suppose.

Still, can it all be over now, please? My feets are freaking killing me. And I might defenestrate someone before New Years day arrives...

Cross posted from bn_booksellers