I keep meaning and WANTING to write a thoughtful reflection on my new job (starting my 6th week today!)---not happening, so I'll paste here an e-mail catch-up I wrote this morning to an old college friend, who teaches Latin.
Hi, A.,
I'm having a great summer: I have a new job I love!
Since February, I'd been volunteering at the thrift store. I loved it and let
the manager know I'd like to work there as paid staff, though I knew
they had no money for staff, nor openings.
As luck would have it, the 75-year-old "Book Lady" retired at the end of May, and I was a natural fit for the position. I'm
surprised this store even has a paid (part-time) position for sorting and
displaying books
––(most just dumps books on the shelves, loosely in two
categories--fiction and non-)
––but my store has always had a
fiction section alphabetized by author, and the nonfiction is
categorized--
History, Religion, Memoir, Cookbooks, etc. Which takes a lot of work.
I have added a new category:
COOL OLD BOOKS.
My predecessor put beat-up old books in recycling (eek!), but I thought they might sell (for collage/book arts, possibly)
----tried it, and they do! Some of them...
I took this photo for YOU---the book itself sold within a few days ($1.99). The gold on the cover actually glitters, and you can imagine the appealing mid-century illustrations inside (or probably have seen this exact edition).
I've started doing eBay for the store--often I am rescuing things my
coworkers reject---like a sterling silver bowl I pulled from metal
recycling, which sold for $150. (Our biggest sale.)
I've also taken on posting on the store's Facebook page---something that got done intermittently---every few days, or weeks...
I am doing it daily, at least for now.
I am sometimes deliriously happy in this job, sometimes I just feel overwhelmed.
While I LOVE that it's the opposite of corporate thrift stores, where I worked last summer, with their stranglehold of rules.
the
lack of much in the way of organization means
you're constantly fighting the Avalanche of Entropy... with a spoon.
But a sterling silver spoon! :)
Of
course I love the books, and I like all my coworkers (some more than others...);
I tell myself to
take the long view---and just to focus on my area(s). When I'm tempted
to get over-involved, I chant the Polish saying,
"Not my circus, not my monkey."
Mostly,
it is the ideal job for me---a mix of Thrift Store & Library, my
two loves, and some Social Media, which is not quite a love but
definitely a Like...
. . . and I get plenty of contact with toys, if I want.
I've saved a few stuffed animals--
here's
a before and after of a dirty, old, handmade elephant, below, with Marz---doesn't look
too, too different, but believe me, it feels entirely different, fresh
and bouncy instead of yucky and lumpy.
(I could write a book about stuffed animal repair:
Nothing Holey About It.)
(I could write a book about stuffed animal repair:
Nothing Holey About It.)
This
week is the yahrzeit of my father's death. It's because of my
inheritance ($ from his house) that I can afford to work for $10/hour, part time.
I am WARY of saying
this, there are soooo many X-factors, but I have a tentative hope that I
could work here for a dozen or so years and retire from there---I'd
be 69 in 12 years---or even hold out like Roberta did, until 75...
THIS COULD BE ME (from "tiny dead people" on Instagram):
THIS COULD BE ME (from "tiny dead people" on Instagram):
I
worked at the art library for a dozen years, and worked freelance in publishing for for longer, so it's not impossible. I have a lot of
autonomy---actually, almost more than I'd like.
I mean, I have no guidance because pretty much NO ONE among my colleagues reads, so I can't ask,"Should this go in History or Science?"
I mean, I have no guidance because pretty much NO ONE among my colleagues reads, so I can't ask,"Should this go in History or Science?"
Not that that matters, really, for the store, but I do feel a little lonely with it.... Still, I wouldn't trade in too much freedom, for fear of tipping into too little.
I'm going to start to look for my own volunteers––there must be
people who would love to help out with books, and for a real hands-on
charity.
I mean, you can SEE in this store that we are
directly helping people. Among other things, people come with vouchers for free clothes. And the profits go directly to the large-scale food-distribution program (our workers & refrigerator trucks pick up donations from grocery stores and distribute them to 26 food shelves--expensive to run!).
So---write when you get a minute---would love to hear what you're up to, & what you're thinking about!!!
And reading????
XO Fresca
An interesting email..and it sounds a really good place to work.
ReplyDeleteWe visit the SVDP shop in Whanganui when we stay with friends there.thrift stores there are called "Op Shops"...Op=opportunity
Sounds like you have found a really good fit and I bet that it doesn't seem like work when you are there!
ReplyDeleteI love the concept of "Cool Old Books". The Goodwill here puts books in Children, Fiction and Non-Fiction, Cookbooks, Religious. I have found some cool old books there occasionally.
I find it fascinating that despite the neighborhood, you do end up getting some good donations. Good donations bring in shoppers.
I'm sure Mishka from the /Soviet Olympics is gone but I would love to buy him!
Kirsten
GZ: Oh! I saw that "op" shop term and wondered what it meant. "Opportunity"--of course! Thanks for solving that for me.
ReplyDeleteKIRSTEN:
Ah, your Goodwill is smart to at least do that much sorting of books.
I priced Mishka too high, I guess (for the customer base)--$10--so he's still here.
I was just thinking I'd knock the price down to 5.00. (You could buy him for that if you like! Let me know--I could ship him. Oh, but that's be a few more bucks... (probably $4ish).
KIRSTEN: Home from work now---I took Mishka off the wall and am keeping him at my desk, in case you want him. No problem, either way.
ReplyDeleteHe's about... 2 feet tall? Flat, of course.