"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." **

I love working at the bookstore. I have never had a more rewarding job. I'm not saving lives or solving world political problems, but I can sell you a book on how to do it yourself. I can provide the means for the next great accomplishment to happen. Why should I have all the glory? Let someone else have it. Me? I just want to sell you the book so you can save the world yourself.

I sell jewelry 8 hours a day, sometimes feeling good when someone finds what they are looking for. It's a small high, doesn't last very long. I stand there all day, hoping to make a sale. If it happens, it happens; if it doesn't, it doesn't. If someone drops a hundred bucks on jewels, I will take their money, but I'm not going to feel good about it. Selling a book, though? I never feel bad.

Today I helped several people find books. They asked my opinion, I gave it to them. I never feel obligated to endorse a certain book and I don't compromise honesty for a sale. I love when someone walks out with a book.

If I could do this for the rest of my life, I think I could be very happy. I don't think I would stay working for someone else, though. I could have my own bookstore. Or working higher up in a company dealing with books. Working minimum wage won't cut it; the job itself, however, is definitely for me.

Wow, what drivel. Like anyone loves their job. Pfft.



**Groucho Marx