Just started my new job at a book store and it was crazy busy. This man came in and was like, “I’m buying a thousand books.” I thought he was joking because, like, that’s gotta be a joke, right? But no, he was buying a thousand books at a discount and then selling them off to another source. So I literally spent my entire shift organizing and tallying up the massive amount of books this man got. Sounds terrible, but it was actually awesome. It’s much better for me to have a busy ass first day than a slow one where I just stand around half-heartedly asking if I can help with stuff. And even though it was physically taxing (you underestimate the weight of books until you have to pile and package a thousand of them), it was familiar. At my job last summer, I would lift hundreds of pounds of paint a day so this was like second nature to me. Also the man buying books was really fine. Laid back salt & pepper type. Looking forward to more visits from him.
Then I got home and found out that this internship I applied for actually has an interest in me and if I get it, I may be spending half of my weeks in DC (which in the summer is actually kind of miserable- there will be swamp ass- but it will be one step closer to the mythic “adulthood”).
Allowing myself to be excited about stuff, at least for today :)