This is my fourth tour as a thrift store employee. I have worked, on and off, for the same nonprofit store since 2001. I have been a cashier and floor clerk, a supervisor, a donations processor and a specialty donations processor (books).
I have come to the store willingly three times, seeking work. Except for my current tenure, when my help was solicited. Their book pricer had quit and they found themselves swamped to the ceiling with books.
Would I, could I, for 9 bucks a hour, for 10 hours a week, work for them again?
I ask you - what lover of books would turn this opportunity down, arising, as it did, during a particularly arid time in my writing career? You get to paw through books, throw away all the brittle, yellowed Leon Uris and James Michener paperbacks, run your mitts over the latest and greatest volumes, come home every shift laden with books for everyone in the family.
No customer service. No cleaning the bathroom. No counting cash. Just you and the books and an unheated storage bin, sorting, pricing, and keeping a mental inventory of how many copies of the more popular and nauseating titles we have on hand (The Left Behind series, Jan Karon, everything Oprah ever breathed on).
What's not to love, huh?
This freelance shit has ruined me for working retail. Much like thrift stores have ruined me for shopping retail. I don't want to work 20 hours to make what I can make in two hours.
Yes, I understand that writing isn't as reliable. But I'm in the throes of planning my break-up, and this my friend, is the key to surviving any uncomfortable job situation you find yourself in: plotting your eventual departure provides a deep and cozy nook for your sanity to rest while you total up all the financial mis-steps doing such work creates.
As a professional writer with a passion for thrift culture, I told myself this job was my hands-on research, my behind-the-scenes, first-hand reporting.
Unfortunately, it has become, like most jobs, a boring commute and a piddly paycheck.
So I'm telling myself that once I snag a copy of Sally Schneider's The Improvisational Cook, Hertzberg & Francois' Artisan Bread in 5 Minutes a Day, and the latest Ian McEwan, On Chesil Beach (have I mentioned how much I adored Atonement? It utterly destroys your soul, in a good way), I am so putting in my notice.
Oprah's 4 interviews with Jill Bolte Taylor were the first that Oprah did after Eckhart Tolle and they take everything Tolle talks about to another level. Oprah's copy of Jill's book, MY STROKE OF INSIGHT, was dog-eared and all marked up and kept reading from it the way she read from A New Earth and recommended it highly.
Oprah's recommendation was enough for me. I read My Stroke of Insight and I loved it too. This story is as inspiring as The Last Lecture or Tuesdays with Morrie - and even better, it has a Happy Ending!
I bought the book on Amazon because they have it for 40% off retail and they also had an amazing interview with Dr Taylor that I haven't seen anywhere else - Here is the Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/My-Stroke-Insight-Scientists-Personal/dp/0670020745/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1211471755&sr=1-2
Posted by: Chelsie | 27 May 2008 at 07:50 AM
Uh, hi. I'm sure these things are inspiring, uplifting books to read while you wait for your plane to arrive or whatever, but I'm not sure they're relevant here.
My Stroke of Insight? This sounds like something a computer program would write. If it ever occurs to me to read any books Oprah shills, I'll pick 'em up in a couple years at a yard sale or thrift store for a buck.
Posted by: Carrie | 27 May 2008 at 09:54 AM