Every blog has to start somewhere, and this is where I’m starting my one. So, there.
My name’s Greg, as must be obvious from the blog address, and I have never tried writing a blog before. Not sure yet what I’ll be writing about … probably the same sort of brain-numbing inanities that so many bloggers come up with, but with my own unique style.
I suspect I’ll be writing a great deal about books, since I work in a bookstore. It’s what I know, and until I started working in a bookstore it was always what I liked. However, having worked in this store for nearly three years I’ve managed to rid myself of any vestige of interest in literature, books, or the literary life that I might have once fantasized.
I’ve always hear that about restaurants … there’s no easier way to spoil your experience of your favorite restaurant then to work there. Suddenly, you see the true nature of the chef, the patches of dried crud stuck down between the stove and the sink, and the extent to which your favorite restaurant is quite capable of serving up last week’s catch of the day and calling it fresh fish. (Yeah, trust me … it’s been done.)
I always thought I’d love working in a bookstore, and truth be told there are still a few cool things about it, but the reality of book selling is much less enthralling than you might think. True, it really is quite satisfying to spend time with a customer and help them to find the perfect gift, but that’s not how I spend the bulk of my day.
Oops, a customer just walked in … this will have to wait for the next post.