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Here are a few things you should know that would make your bookstore experience more enjoyable. Mainly because you will be able to leave the store with all your limbs, and I won't have to go to jail. See? We all win.

  • I am standing here at the cash register, holding my hand out for that book you'd like to buy.  Acknowledge my presence by handing me the book. Don't ignore my hand completely and slap the book down on the counter, while my hand hovers uselessly beside it.  Even worse, though, is when you dump your books three feet from where I am standing. Look up. I'm over here.
  • I am very sorry I don't have that book you're looking for. But if I offer to order the book for you, do not then say, "Twenty-one dollars! Well, I can get it on Amazon.com for sixteen!" Because, seriously? That's just rude. Yes, I know the on-line retailers are cheaper and faster. But I work at an independent bookstore, and they are killing us. I won't tell you not to shop there (because I understand wanting to save the money), but you don't have to throw the fact that you are in my face. A "No, thank you," will do just fine.
  • I know that you are a long-time customer, and it's neat how we have conversations about things other than books. But the follow-up question to "How is the new condo?" is not "So, when are you going to fill it up with babies?" And when I (stupidly, in retrospect) say that I'm not planning to have kids, do not then go on and on about how I would make a great mother, and I should really reconsider, and aren't kids wonderful, and they'll look after you when you're old, and bla bla BLA. Because you know what? A) I decided quite some time ago that I wasn't cut out for motherhood, so you harping on it isn't going to change that;  B) You don't know me well enough to say whether or not I'd be a good mother, for all you know I could be an axe-murderer when I'm not at the store; and C) My reproductive choices are none of your business, and I don't have to justify them to you. And when I try to end this fucking inane conversation by saying that my husband doesn't want kids either, you DO NOT get to suggest that I leave him. 
Thanks, and goodnight.

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From Environment Canada:

SNOWFALL WARNING CONTINUED
BLOWING SNOW WARNING CONTINUED
WIND WARNING CONTINUED

Snow -9 °C

Observed at: Quebec Lesage Int'l Airport
Date: 3:00 PM EST Wednesday 5 March 2008
  • Condition: Snow
    Pressure: 100.0 kPa 
    Tendency: falling
    Visibility: 0.6 km
     
  • Temperature: -8.9°C
    Dewpoint: -11.7°C
    Humidity: 80 %
    Wind: ENE 37 gust 46 km/h
    Wind Chill: -19
Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] chicklet73 for the word "Snowpocalypse". It's my new favourite word, and it accurately describes the Weather Event that is raging outside. You know, Quebec City already has so much snow that we have run out of places to put it. We really don't need more, thanks.

  

That picture really doesn't do it justice. If you stand in my dining room and look out, you can't see to the end of the street. The house across the street is almost completely hidden by a giant snowbank.

The storm is so bad that my boss closed the store and sent everyone home early. I wasn't done, though. I took a cab to the CBC to record a book review thing, and then walked over to the Literary and Historical Society carrying two tote bags full of very heavy books that I had used for my review. (I had to drop off some promo stuff for an upcoming event.) It took about 20 minutes to get there from the CBC building, when it should have taken about five minutes. Then I trudged back through the snow to catch a bus. When I got there I had a 15 minute wait, so I went to a café for a hot chocolate. When I got back to the bus stop, my bus had been canceled, which sucked, because that bus would have dropped me off on the corner of my street, whereas the one I had to take drops me off about four blocks away. In the middle of a blizzard, four blocks feels like about ten miles.

When I got home, I met my husband on the stairs of our apartment building. He decided that now was the time to carry our air conditioner over to the new condo. Why? Because he is a freak.

Now I am wearing PJs and my face is finally warming up. I'm going to have a nap before book club. I suggested we cancel, but everyone else seems game, so it's still on. I'm getting a lift, thankfully!

(ETA: The current conditions in Bridgetown, Barbados:

Conditions for Bridgetown at 5:00 pm AST

Current Conditions:
Mostly Cloudy, 26 C

Bastards.)

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