So hey! I'm back.

It's hard to blog when your subject is a) your job b) in a company you don't own, c) when you're not sure if this thing you've been doing for 10 years is the career you want.

In that kind of situation, sometimes the effort of making one's posts stand up to the possibility of being Googled by one's boss is hard. Even when one likes one's boss.

*whistles nonchalantly* (See how I didn't use "me" or "I" in those last two paragraphs? I could be talking about anyone. Anyone.)

BUT... it's Christmas. And I'm still working at the bookstore. And Christmas in retail means that stress release is damn well necessary. And my favourite form of stress relief is sharing the ridiculous situations that arise. (I also like my purse size flask of Baileys, but I save that for the two weeks before xMas, when I've told five million people the story of "The Tale of Despereaux.")

So I'm giving myself permission to blog about my job again. Here. In this very space.

At least until January.

Hear that, crazy coot customers? *sticks her head out her window, yells* Let the asking for the Pink Floyd section begin! I have a moleskine notebook in my every pocket to write down your oddities!