I had a lousy night at the bookstore. I was upset even before I got there. On top of that, the store was a complete mess and I was so tired. After the cleaning crew left and I was alone in the store. I cried for most of the rest of the shift.
I was still crying while organizing the Religion section when the elevator door opened. Oh my goodness, I think it took 47 years off my life. There was no one around to push the button and it just opened on its own. Either the elevator is broken or the ghost of McNally Robinson is haunting the store.
Tuesday, November 1, 2005
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