Too Familiar
I try not to think about how long I’ve been working at The Bookstore, but sometimes I can’t help it. This will be my 11th holiday season at The Bookstore. It’s gotten to a point where I know where most of the books are in the store, how many, which editions, etc. It’s scary, it’s also kind of sad. Most of my brain power feels like it’s been relegated to filing books.
