I work in a bookstore, and most of the time it's really annoying. Don't get me wrong, I love working around of the books and the store I work at is amazing. It's the people that get annoying. Just like with every customer service job, it tends to expose the rude and selfish side of humanity. I spend most of my time picking up books or magazines that people have left on tables and chairs, cleaning up cups and paper bowls and other worse thing, and cleaning nasty bathrooms. And a lot of the books I pick up are lying two feet from the shelf they belong on. And then there's the people themselves, who demand to know why we don't have a certain book, who want to know why books cost so much, etc. etc. Basically demanding.
Occasionally, I actually help people find books they want. And sometimes they even thank me.
But the other day, I saw something that made me realize I can be pretty pessimistic and I'm only allowing myself to see the bad. While I was straightening books a young boy, about 12 or 13, came over to me with an American Eagle bag and he said "I found this on the bench and it has a wallet in it." I thanked him and turned it into my manager. That was nice in itself, because the wallet was untouched. Then, about twenty minutes later, two older teenagers, about 17, came in and asked if we had found the bag and wallet. My manager gave it back and as I was walking away I heard the one boy tell the other he was going to find the boy who found the bag and thank him. That made me smile and I went back to my shelf cleaning. And finally, as I was finishing, the young boy came up to his brother and I heard him say that they older boys had given him $7 for turning in his bag and wallet.
Made. My. Day.
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