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Posted by john fante on 6/16/2001, 12:16 am so, i'm here. that means i'm loaded. and it's time to confess. i work too much. 50-55 hours a week...running up and down steps, catering to the needs of famous traveling authors (more water mr welsh? care for a muffin, mr nichols?)...i invariably wake up early, watch a bad talk show or listen to music (THE MONKS), open the empty cupboards and fridge, reeling and muddled with a hangover (not an ache, mind you...just pudding between the ears). i hit the bus at 11:15, ride it for half an hour, get to work, check to see if i've pulled a desk hour or two (customer service...how i miss you...), go to the office, check my phone messages, get my orders from the boss, hit the floor, gather the books for the reading, gather the supplies, answer a dozen unanswered staff questions, call a rep or two, go to a short lunch, get in the van (just like black flag), drive to the event, set up the books, ready the $, sell the books, listen to another god damn boring lecture, police the signing line, turn the books, suck up to the crappy author, pack the books, drive back to the store (lights off, doors closed, janitors sweeping), count the books, mark the sales, put 'em on the floor, send 'em to the satellite stores, change the signs, think about tomorrow, check my messages, make a note of the two or three new ones, leave the store, get a ride home or wait 45 minutes for the bus, unlock my door, run to the fridge, drink the beer, drink the next beer, wish there was one more more, turn on the computer, sign on, go to the quisling msg brd, say something pointless, sign off, take a couple of tylenol pm or codiene or vicodin or percocet or roxicet (if i'm so lucky...pm if not), crash, wake up muddled, watch a bad talk show... 5 days a week...6 days a week. rent's a fortune. my wheels spin. and i just wanna rock. jf
recorded quisling! we'll start a cult.
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