It’s cold. Supposedly about 30 degrees this morning. Now I’m at the bookstore hoping no one comes in the door. It is automatic and if anyone moves near it, it keeps opening. My desk it right next to it, so my goal throughout a cold day is to sit here, not move, and wish desperately for no one to walk in and empty what little warmth has accumulated out into the sidewalk. If someone stops to look at our Christmas book display in the window, the door opens. How big of a scrooge would I be to remove the display? And yes, I do understand that in order for me to keep this job, eventually some books need to be sold. However, right now I have a cold and murderous thoughts drift to the window browsers and people just popping in for directions. No more mrs. nice girl — I have a plane to catch on Tuesday and sick is not suiting me.
As for other minor complaints, I found out that one of my closest friends here is leaving. He has been talking about it since he arrived here 1 1\2 years ago, so I began to feel like he would be here forever. Nope. Antonio is headed back home to Canada. I get it, but it still makes me sad. He had become like a little brother to me and he is always willing to meet for a panino or gelato.
OK, some lady just uselessly made my door open! She was smoking a cigarette in the doorway not even pretending to be interested in anything. Grrr. and Brrr. I’m tapping into my inner bear. Don’t worry future greeters; I promise I’ll be in a better mood by the time you all see me.