Day three at the Discovery Exchange makes me feel better and better about redoing this job. I won’t lie–working a second job, no matter how temporary, takes a lot out of me. I’ve also been curbing my excessive caffeine consumption the last week or so, which means the end of the workday makes me feel a lot more exhausted than normal. Yet, as I headed to bed tonight, I remembered my duty to my readership–analogous to Fritz the Nite Owl’s “14 viewers out there in the darkness”–so before I fall asleep, I’m at the keyboard typing up this blog entry.
Since my job at Columbus State’s bookstore began Monday night, my evening task has mostly been shelving new books, usually straight out of the delivery cartons, and last night this expanded. An overloaded book cart, groaning under the weight of buybacks, materialized on the second floor last night, so I spent most of the evening putting them back where they belonged. (Winter quarter at Columbus State is winding down, and spring quarter will soon be upon us, so there are deliveries galore. When I worked at DuBois Book Store in Cincinnati, the arrival of a UPS or Roadway truck often resembled scenes in M*A*S*H when casualty-laden choppers and ambulances began arriving, a real all-hands-on-deck atmosphere.)
Tonight was a little different. I’ve been beating myself up the past couple of weeks because I haven’t had the mental or physical energy to do any long walks lately. Even the two blocks to Kroger has seemed to be like climbing Everest in flip-flops. I felt a little better Monday and Tuesday nights, because the amount of territory I covered when shelving books meant I did a fair amount of walking on the second floor of the Discovery Exchange.
Partly because of brain wiring and chemistry, there is no logic to the way I shelved the books. I pretty much shelved them in the order they sat on the cart, regardless of whether the textbooks were for subjects that were close to one another on our bookshelves. (I also see myself doing this when I’m at the grocery store and working from a shopping list. I will pick up items in the order they appear on the list. Item #1 and Item #2 may be clear across the store from each other, but that is how I will get them. Steph and I were married over a decade before she finally realized that the most expeditious thing to do was to organize the list so that all the meat products were clustered together, all the cereal, all the dairy, etc.)
Tonight I arrived when there was not much shelving. The night supervisor gave me an assignment that didn’t require as much pedestrian activity, but it was a necessity I had noticed. He gave me a pair of scissors and a thick stack of shelf tags. On the shelf hangs a transparent plastic pocket for a tag. The tag lists the title of the course, and below it is a list of all the required textbooks and materials.