in which i really love my job

So, my first day on the job, which was absolutely splendid. I met Victoria at the library, we caught up, discussed NaNo and research (amusingly, the entire DuBois chapter of NaNo -- being Victoria, Jonathan, and myself -- has got vampires figured into their stories), and knocked about town until we both had to leave for various duties. Except I realised, after having bicycled for fifteen minutes and then just about to turn onto the road for the mall, that I was an hour early. Oh dear. Well, better early than late, anyway; I poked into a few stores, and then sat down on the bench nearest Waldenbooks, took out the little white bag full of Hockman's chocolates I had just bought downtown, and a book, and read for the next half an hour. Not a bad preperation for job training at a bookstore, I suppose. Only, I had all of my library books with me, because I had checked out several (all hardcovers, naturally), and -- well, my shoulders were not having fun. Neither was the door which I was given to hang it on at Waldenbooks, come to think of it. (It had hooks and everything, I mean, it wasn't just some door I slung my bag over, but gorblimey, I was a little worried.) 
( everything else that happened. )

So, I think I did very well, my first day. It felt more like work than training, but I loved the work, even all of the button-pushing (it had a certain aesthetic pleasure), and the walking back and forth. I remained cheerful and helpful for the duration -- it helped that I was rapturously happy -- did not complain about work, was patient about learning, connected with the customers, asked for more work when I finished a project. I'm still nervous about working the register and closing up at night, but we'll deal with that when we come to it, yeah? I'm meant to call in on Tuesday for a further schedule, and as previously mentioned, officially start at the kiosk on the fourth. And I'm kind of counting the days.