
Once again, I’m sorry that it’s been a long time in-between posts here on The Voracious Bibliophile. It’s not an excuse, but my life has been really busy. We’ve got a new district manager in my store’s district, and with any new changing of the guard, there are of course adjustments that need to be made. I’m still dedicated to this blog, but I will admit that posts may be haphazard for the foreseeable future.
At any given time, I have anywhere from 3-15 drinks on every counter and surface inside my store.
All of that said, I wanted to share something funny with all of you. One of my (few) toxic traits is that I leave things everywhere. Literally. Everywhere. This is especially true where drinks are concerned, and even more so at work. At any given time, I have anywhere from 3-15 drinks on every counter and surface inside my store. It’s something my coworkers have had to learn to live with and accept as a quirk of mine. It helps that I’m the boss (*laughs maniacally*). Everyone needs a flaw, right?
Well, today I realized it was getting to the point where my collection of drinks were becoming spill hazards. As you can well imagine, that’s a nightmare scenario in a bookstore. So I began my cleanup. So many mostly full drinks emptied down the drain. This might be a good place to mention that I suffer from dehydration constantly and manage it terribly. I’m working on it, okay? One of my drinks was a mango pineapple smoothie from McDonald’s. It was chunky. When I went to remove the lid and dispose of the contents, the odor hit me like a ton of bricks: the unmistakable scent of alcohol.
When I went to remove the lid and dispose of the contents, the odor hit me like a ton of bricks: the unmistakable scent of alcohol.
I had unwittingly been brewing hooch on our store’s back counter. Next to piles of books, magazines, invoices, bills of lading, and other bookstore paraphernalia was my unwitting non-attempt at an art form usually reserved for prison toilets and country backwoods. I’m really hoping this will teach me my lesson about leaving drinks everywhere. But in all honesty it probably won’t. I didn’t learn my lesson when I had to pour chunky coffee (curdled from the milk product) down the drain or made a mess with Pepsi. Hooch probably won’t be any different.
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