Jerks & Irks XXVII: Why I Hate My Job This Week

I hope My Fellow Americans (said in my presidential-state-of-the-union-address voice) all enjoyed their Thanksgiving holiday. I did, thanks to good friends, good food, and lots of wine.

But the days leading up to Thanksgiving? Not so much.

And the days following Thanksgiving? Not even close.

Why? Because my Hubby-pants and I haven’t won the lottery yet and I have to work at a ridiculously stupid bookstore in order to pay for things like editing and to feed my notebook-buying fetish. Most of the time it’s not that bad. I usually work alone. I stand some books up on the counter, hide behind them, and write furiously in my notebook or type away on my netbook. I was really gaining momentum and even had a little schedule going in my head: Mondays I would write the next few chapter outlines/rough drafts in my journal, I would type them up on my days off(Tue, Wed, Thur), handwrite some more on Friday, and type that up on Saturday. Easy-peezy. But all that has changed…

Recently, we’ve been inundated with shipments of books. Thousands and thousands of old, outdated, books. Books that I have to put away. I’m always scheduled with other people. More hands are better than two when it comes to putting away mountains of books, I guess. And I haven’t tried it yet, but I’m pretty sure my coworkers wouldn’t be too keen on me hiding behind some books and writing while they toil away with the heavy, dusty boxes. Just a hunch I have.

So, I haven’t written anything new in about a week. My face is twitching. I’m lonely and withdrawn without my beloved characters and chapter-ending cliffhangers. The deadline countdown on my phone is ticking away and I’m getting cranky. So I made this list of Pros and Cons to try to balance out my feelings so I don’t kill people just to have some writing time in prison.


  • I can pay editor, graphic designer, go to conferences, etc
  • I can have the books I want (when I can find something at the Bargain Book Warehouse worth reading)
  • I can have all the notebooks I want


  • I can’t write anymore (major CON here)
  • The customers are stupid and annoying
  • My coworkers are stupid and annoying (haven’t written a post about them yet)
  • My pseudo-boss Sandra is stupid and annoying
  • I keep hurting my back
  • My hands are always dirty
  • Seriously, my back always hurts
  • It’s cold
  • When it’s busy I can’t get to the back of the store to pee or make tea to keep me warm. So I’m stuck up front, not writing, shivering, and doing the pee-pee-dance. Good times.

Okay, way more Cons than Pros. So much for balancing…

How do you feel about your job this week?