What's the point of doing anything if ten minutes later someone else will come along and rearrange all you've done to their liking?

Sorry. Venting.

At least one good thing happened today. A little boy, about nine years old asked me for recommendations in the teen department for a fantasy book. I love it when boys (small ones) ask me about books to read, or are really excited about a title. It gives me hope for the future. He had wanted something about dragons, and I showed him Eragon because that's the obvious book right now. Then I stopped him and told him that he might like to try something in our adult section because he might like Anne McCaffery. He showed me the book that he chose, The Tower at Stony Wood by Patricia McKillip. There's a dragon on the cover. If I were to have a dragon it would look like that.

I think that Sam might be cracking...

Sometimes the store feels like a death trap, a black hole of comfort where intelligently underemployed people go to weather out their days. I like selling books, but it's not the only thing in the world I can do, although I wonder what else there is out there.