Thursday is a good day. I often find myself with boxes half opened, books strewn across counters and my desk. Me with my elbows perched precariously on the edge of my desk with a book cradled in my hands. Reading. When I should be taking care of my customers needs. I honestly shouldn't read when I am at work. I tend to become engrossed in the words and ignore everything else. Including the customers, I have even let the answering machine pick up phone calls because I was being held captive by the images the words have evoked. But more scandalous than any of that is the fact that I have talked customers out of buying a book because I decide it is the book I have to have that day......... I am honest (to a point) when asked about the book. I tell them I haven't read it, that I haven't heard much about it and that I am hesitant to recommend it when I myself am unsure of its contents. All of which is true I just don't admit to them that I am planning on reading that book the minute they leave the store. I then work hard (very hard) to find them a book that I know they will love (if only to appease my conscience).
Today will be no different. The boxes will arrive. I will start to open them. I will promise myself that all customers orders will be dealt with prior to me opening the covers on the books specifically ordered for me.
