Somebody Up There's Laughing....

Oi vey, what a day was today. If ever there was a day when I should simply have stayed put in bed, this was most certainly it. Got up, decided it was too early to be got up, went back to bed, remembered I had promised to show up early for work today, and got up again (you can see it's all downhill from here....)

Following the get-up, get-dressed, search for muffins or other suitable breakfasty items, I marched out the door to glorious blue skies, which, after I had progressed a suitable distance from home (and was an equally suitable distance from any shelter) the heavens opened up with a truly magnificent downpour of sideways rain. This rain is what those from Bermyville refer to as "good tank rain" because it's of significant enough force to fill up our water tanks as opposed to simply greening up the grass. So, soaked, I trudged on, only for the sky to again bloom into a magnificent blue complete with fluffy clouds and glowing sunbeams. Someone up there must be laughing.....

Upon arrival, soaked to the skin, I discovered that this was not going to be a peaceful day at Bookstore Central. Since it is MagazineyLand's last full day before final shutdown, Batboy was in full swing dragging in shelving units and other misc. items including a dazzling array of power cords the like of which I have never seen. Despite Central's growing bookspace and the general uphoria of thinking of all the many books we could jam on the shelves, it was still very sad to see the last of MagazineyLand. A mournful progression of people arrived to see if somehow miraculously the magazines had teleported to our store. Even viewing its smallness and the fact that every nook and cranny contains books and not a single magazine, many people looked searchingly through the store to see if we were lying about the 'no magazines' thing.

It was also a day jammed with people. They rushed the counter, so that no sooner did one begin to ring up one order but another person was there to order books, or one was shifting through orders while anxiously glancing at the anxious customer standing by. Somedays we are more bitter about having only one cash register, and this was one of them. There was no stopping the madness. When six o'clock arrived we were all completely finished.

My one bright spot of the day was that Fearless Leader, enthused with our book plan, has already done word counts and figured out pesky details like publishing formats. Another 2,000 words to add to the book and we'll be in business. What's next is to convince Rindeseyeu of the magnificent art talent to illustrate them. Here's to hoping.....

Rounding out the evening was our usual Lost Wednesday, at which we all descend upon Rindeseyeu's house for madness and general hoopla. We inaugerated a new fuzzy pirate anime which was surely brought to you by the makers of "That 70s Show", in a world where all the characters have astonishingly bad hair and useless technology, and where pirates are kind generous souls out to help the underdog, and who are bewildered when they are taken advantage of by con men. Oh yes, if you have ever longed for a movie that brought together campy swordplay, mech machines with less flexability than the ones you can get at Toys R Us, and truely ridiculous heroes with bad hair, then THIS is your show.

And with that, I think it may be time to go to sleep and put this day to rest :-p