I feel I may be cheating slightly, or being rather self-indulgent as I’ve just set up this account while already having been committed to the eBall and chain, livejournal for a number of years now. Two blogs, eh? I don’t quite know what to do. I’ll probably update them both with the same thing for a while… But I doubt many people will read this, so it may be made redundant.
Either way, that’s not really important. Why spend life worrying about the trivial when there’s bigger things to think about? Most of my thoughts consist of wondering if and when I can move to London. I’ve truly got London on the brain. That’d be quite a big move though, I feel. ABDN – LDN. Jesus. Any advice on cheap flats to rent would be amazing. This is the part where I’m to be imagined as having a charming smile.
Speaking of charm, I decided the other week to keep a track of all the Witty Banter I’ve engaged in with strangers. “Why the hell?” I hear you cry. It just occurred to me when out with Dame Laura of Barrie that I end up saying cringe-worthingly charming things to strangers in an attempt to fill any awkward silence with chuckles or inanities. So I wrote down a few examples of encounters I’d had that day where I’ve thrown a lame comment into the mix when dealing with shop assistants/waiters/etc. Then I realised that this must be stopped when I started working at the bookshop. The inanity-counter exploded as with each customer, I attempted to engage in crappy chit-chat. Too much to remember, essentially. And it’s usually the same thing “Argh! These machines are a bit temperamental sometimes, the scanner’s definitely got a mind of its own, ho ho!” Please. Kill. Me.
I don’t think people want this. I’ll admit that I secretly quite enjoy waiting for reactions of strangers to stupid polite things I say, just to see if they’ll do the same or look at me with pity. I feel sorry for the customers I put through that, “Please stop talking, I only want to take advantage of this 3 for 2 Richard and Judy’s Summer Reads offer.”
Poor sods.
I got a call yesterday from a number I didn’t recognise, so didn’t answer. (When asked why by Laura, I wasn’t really sure… I just never answer unless I know who it is, which on reflection is a ridiculous way to live, isn’t it?) They left an answerphone message and it turns out it was the other shop offering me a job there. I’m wondering whether or not it would be possible to work at both seeing as I only work two days a week at the one I’m already at… Intriguing prospect. I’ll discuss it with some people then call back tomorrow. Keep ‘em waiting, that is truly the way of the she-bastard.
Tags: bookshop yarns, LDN
