So, we got "the call" today. Our bookstore is closing at the end of January. Davey & I are both pretty pissed/depressed/meh about it because we've been working our butts off & kicking ass for the past year. Guess it wasn't enough to prove to the corporate bigwigs at B@rders that our store is an asset though.

We'll get nice fat severance packages & all, but it was an amazing thing to be a 34 year old woman who truly loved her job. I don't know many people at all who can say that. I take great pride in our store & in my knowledge of our products. The thought of having to work anywhere besides a bookstore is giving me hives.

I'm still deciding what my plan of attack on the job market should be. I think I may have to apply at B&N even though they're a bit bigger than I'd like & from what I hear the company isn't nearly as good to work for.

Just so sad about it.

I love my fucking job!

Damn.

Am trying not to let the ego take over & tell me it's because I was actually happy that this is happening. I was happy though. Strange how one phone call can turn you from Gung-Ho-Book-Mistress to Eh-Meh-I'm-Gonna-Go-Lie-In-The-Ivy-Planter-&-Die in three seconds flat.

At least we have a month & a half.

We haven't yet told our employees. Most of them are seasonal & won't be much affected, but we want to let them know gently.

Suckity-suck.

In other news, I picked up tickets to see Ryan Adams live again, next month in San Rafael ... oh, am filled with the excitement for that. May have to cheer myself up with tickets to Rhett Miller @ The Independent on February 8 as well.

We shall see.

My Xmas mix is done & ready for sending. If you'd like one, let me know via myspace or d-land note where to send it. I know I'm the super suck procrastinator, but I promise I'll get them to you BEFORE the actual holiday this year.

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