I have been a bookseller for approximately 3 weeks now, and already it feels like the most perfect job. The book shop is a safe haven for the bookish, and an extremely comfortable work place. I could be there forever.
Yesterday I freaked out a little because I had money in my account – money I'd been paid by Waterstones, for being in that book shop. For helping people find the perfect read, stacking the shelves and arranging the tables as I wished, making orders and checking in deliveries...doing what I love. That was pretty cool.
I recently participated in the angelic Jasmine's new blog series, Q&A's with booksellers! I was honoured to help out and answer her awesome questions. That was early on in my new
In the past 3 weeks I have learned a lot. Discovered even more. Here are some of the things nobody tells you about being a bookseller...at least, the things nobody told me...
Shelving is a workout.
Moving stacks of books here and there, shuffling them around and turning the odd one to face out, lifting them from the delivery boxes and planting them wherever they belong – it aches. In a good way. It's like a quick and breezy lifting session. 'Do you even lift,
You get all sorts.
Yesterday I spent 20 minutes checking the balance of about 30 gift cards for one man. I ended up printing each balance out and stapling it to the gift card envelopes he'd brought along. Each gift card had approximately 38p on it. Except one, which had £4.03. Madness.
I have also, in the past week maybe, served lots of international students all of whom are aged around 13/14 and in dire need of YA, of course. I've talked them through every other book in that section and they've then bought 3 each.
At the moment a lot of parents and kids are coming in to buy GCSE study guides, or set A Level texts (all seem mega boring and British, sorry students of today! Bring back the Angela Carter and the poorly translated poetry!). I am so happy that part of my life is over...but I also miss it somewhat.
The alphabet song is always in your head.
I have actually caught myself stacking kids' books and quietly mutter-singing 'Ay bee cee dee eee eff gee...' Bloody alphabet. I sometimes wonder if the books would look better, and be easier to unload, if shelved according to colour or subject matter...
You wanna rec that book? Face it out, write a little review? Go ahead. You think that one deserves a table, while that one needs to be hidden amongst the dregs on the shelf? Shoot.
In related news, yesterday the gorgeous 'Songs About A Girl' came in. The first copy. Ahead of the release next week. I freaked out and shelved it so fast, rec'd it so hard. (Read my thoughts on that beauty HERE).
Being given access to a computer system that orders books in is dangerous.
Simple as. Same with the store email address with which I can demand proofs from every possible publisher. *head explodes*
Sometimes, people are idiots.
Oh no wait, I already knew this after working in customer service jobs for the past few years of my life. Hahahahahahahahahaaaha.
That's all I got so far! I'm sure I still have a lot to learn, and I am excited to do so. Life as a bookseller is treating me well, and long may that continue!