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March 17th, 2006

The genteel art of bookselling

"Wow, it must be nice to work in a bookstore...you just get to read all day..."

Here's how my day as a bookseller went:

Last night we packed a 17-foot truck with 300 boxes of books; this morning at 10 a.m. I drove this behemoth vehicle to the store's new location, where we proceeded to unpack said boxes. By 11:30 a.m. I couldn't stand up straight, but that didn't mean we were done. In about six more trips we re-packed and then unpacked another 200 boxes, and nearly 50 large shelving units (about half of these were so heavy they took three people to move). In between trips I dealt with customers who were irate over finding we'd closed, a cranky next-door neighbor, and feeding a crew of volunteers. It's 6:30 p.m. now, and my body is wracked with pain (especially my right ankle, which took a serious hit from one of the big cases).

I'd like to write; I've assembled over 50 pages of notes on the second of NETHERWORLD's four parts, and although I'm awake I'm too physically tired to do much after I finish typing this.

I'm also miserable over the realization that we just finished day two...and have two more WEEKS of this.

Meanwhile, HWA's president, the gifted writer and all-'round good guy Gary Braunbeck, has been hospitalized, I've got a pile of HWA treasurer's work waiting for me that I can't even think about right now, it's colder'n hell, and I'm sure there are four or five other minor catastrophes I've forgotten about.

I need a vacation.