(Post en inglés, quien necesite asistencia que me avise y yo traduzco)
So after some weeks working in a bookshop, I've learnt that I should remain humble and acknowledge not only that I haven't read as many books as I'm expected (customers expect a lot) or, even worst, I don't know all the titles and authors requested by some customers; I also don't know all the non-book-related products that we sell. There have been many times I've thought "hahahaha, we don't sell that! [mental silence] Wait a minute... Maybe we do", so here's a couple of those situations, the two that I remember because I felt cheated (1st case) or like an idiot (2nd case).
But then I have a friend who works in a bookshop next to a cathedral. So after remembering some of her experiences with crucifixes and holy customers, I think what we've got around here is still within the realm of 'normal'. Except for the mug. I just can't accept that one.
And I need a new black felt-tip pen (sigh)...
