Morty (Short for Mordecai, or so I’m told) was the cat who inhabited the bookstore where I work. He lived there for about 10 years, and he was my favorite coworker. He, like many cats, liked boxes – and working
Bookstore Bingo
*crossposted from Seven Deadly Divas* The phone rings. I answer it (within the first two rings, of course). “Hello, this is <Bookstore Name> in <Location>, Anna speaking, how may I help you?” ***** “Hi, do you sell books?” No, the
How many bookmarks do YOU need?
Working at a bookstore, I run into a lot of books that I want to read. In fact, my “to read” list has gotten longer, and longer, and longer the more I’ve worked there. We’re allowed to keep a stash