I’ve been having a problem with the gentleman who prices my books. The pricing part is wonderful. Then he shelves them. Right then. Randomly. I asked him over and over again to please not shelve the books. Yesterday he first said many times that he didn’t want to talk about it, then he yelled that he was going to shelve them no matter what and didn’t see any reason to shelve them by category, and, and…..
I didn’t yell back. You would be very proud of me.
I tried to talk with the boss yesterday. She was preoccupied and I left feeling that she didn’t care about anything. Then I got to thinking about it. Silly me. Today at work I found that he shelved again. At least he left me a little that I could do before and after my doctor’s appointment. (See Below.) That cheered me, but I still was feeling as if my job was vanishing under my heels.
Just as I was leaving, I stopped in to talk to the boss again…a much better talk today. She too can’t get through to him. No matter what anyone says, any books back in the sorting area are too many books to him. He shelves them. “Did I want another job too?” She asks.
So it appears that I am still the booklady, but I also get to put the receipts in order. I had to laugh. At myself. As Grumpy and I drove home, I cranked up the jazz thinking of my friend DeAnna who loves jazz. And smiling all the way.