Apparently, I am the model bookseller at work. I was bestowed this honor almost 12 hours ago and I am still not entirely sure what it means. I got to work today at 11 and was met by the manager and assistant manager who told me, through some giggles and exagerated faces, that I had been voted the Model Bookseller that morning at the Manager/Lead meeting. I was honored, of course, as I am always excited to be voted #1 by my peers and my 'trophy' is really cool- a miniature manequin-like thing with a dress crafted from a shopping bag. It's really quite cute!
It's so cute that for a moment I thought that maybe the voting was about fashion and my constant reading of Elle, Bazaar, and Vogue was finally being recognized. But then I thought about them meeting at 7am, before the store opens, to vote on people's fashion sense and execution and decided that probably wasn't very likely. But to be voted a model bookseller? It just seems odd and ill-timed since for the past week or so I have been wishing arson and electrical problems* on the place because they made me really angry the other day when they took away one of my shifts.
But I guess I am pretty awesome, right? I mean, I show up. I work everywhere. I don't call out. I create new names for myself and others. I flirt with many coworkers. I tease the high schoolers. I scope out hott customers**. I play The Last Kiss soundtrack whenever I can. I never talk about plan and I am generally a joy to be around. I think I'm going to try to get the award next time, too. OR, maybe they can rename it The Scarlet Award. I kind of like that.
*For legal reasons, I don't really wish for that to happen. Should something happen there, I am ready and willing to take a lie detector test to prove my innocence.
**Lacking lately, by the way. If you're hott and read...hell, even if you don't read, please come there.