I have 11 shifts left in the bookstore and have already begun my new role in fashion. Once a shopgirl, always a shopgirl, but going from Criterion movie conversations to accessorizing are completely different worlds. It's an adjustment, for sure. But I am hopeful it will be a welcome change.
I am sad about leaving the bookstore realm, and especially sad to leave behind the colorful cast of characters that have been my customers and have become my friends. I am going to miss the snobby classical customers who are repeatedly impressed that I can spell Haydn and Rachmaninov. I am going to miss Alan the jazz enthusiast who tells me about all the latest government conspiracy theories. I am going to miss Betty who thinks I am a GENIUS when I can google the cause of death of all her favorite old actors. I will miss Andrew and his penchant for softcore gay male porn that he hides from his mom. And my train enthusiast customer who asks me if I'm still taking the trains every Saturday night. It's going to be a different world. My only hope is that my next collection of customers is just as endearing.
Parting is such sweet sorrow. Tear.
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