At the Big Local Bookstore, there are a lot of people working. I am but one of the two newest of the 250 some odd souls that make up it's central location, or 01 in BLB parlance.
Few wield as much power or responsibility at BLB01 as the MOD. Is there is a problem with a cash register? Call the MOD. Customer pitching a fit? Call the MOD. A toilet needs to be plunged? Call the MOD. The floor in the gold room has cracked open, allowing demons to enter our fragile world and tear it asunder? Call the MOD.
01 is huge and sprawling (oh, you who have not worked there have no idea), and I was kind of intimidated by it's sheer size and complexity. I knew it would be nothing like old job, but it still sort of rocked me back in my shoes a bit.
Well, I'm off to start my second exciting day at BLB. Now armed with a padlock for my locker, a better idea of what to expect, and a story to tell my new boss about how another BLB location called me for an interview yesterday (I'm flattered, but I'm sure that BLB has rules against poaching)
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WOO HOO!!!! The mazes of BLB exposed.
And when you are ready, I have your very first research mission for you. Your niece is about ready for a children's dictionary and I want to know what is the best one.
and it's just like the gold room to have a rift to hell open up in it.
Cool. Now we can hear stories about the evil under-structure of BLB. . .
and the infamous gold room.
I want to know when there is a crack in the rare book room floor and what might be available to fall through the crack.
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