That job thing

Phew, thank god I'm done with my week of full time bookselling.  It really wasn't that bad, but I definitely wouldn't want to go back to doing that all the time.  It's just so BORING, moving books around, endlessly cleaning up after people and endlessly alphabetizing bookshelves.  Occasionally there is a rewarding customer interaction, like the lady who came in and asked about "an obscure book from my childhood" like a Where's Waldo but not really, with intricate drawings.  No idea on the author or title.  I thought for a moment, then said, "Animalia by Graeme Base?"  Yes!  That was it!  Damn, I LOVE it when that happens!  However, for every one of those there's a "Do you know if you have a bathroom?" or "What's a good book for a three year old?"  ARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH.   Whatevs.  I will say that I enjoyed doing some merchandising, which thankfully kept me occupied for the first few days of the week so I didn't start to lose my mind until later on.  Here's one of the funnier displays I made, which cross-merches picture books with corresponding stuffed toys:

Of course I couldn't just make a straightforward display; I had to have the black bear eating one of the Humu fish and the Lost In The Woods deer clutching a stuffed guinea pig for dear life.  Why a guinea pig?  Because I like em.  And so does that deer.  Just check out the maniacal glee on his face:
Okay, I admit that I loved those guinea pigs that I actually bought one and brought it home with me.  It now resides under the watchful gaze of my Cheshire Cat:
Yeah, so that was my week at work.  One guinea pig gained, countless hours of my life lost.