Book week has ended. Officially. Completely. Done.
The fair was held every day, except Fridays, between June 2 and June 12. Every evening, the booths opened at six o’clock sharp, which meant that they actually opened around a quarter to, because if someone managed to get into the square where the fair was held and wanted to buy a book… well, far be it from us to refuse to take his money. In essence, working at the fair was about making money. It’s a huge opportunity for publishers to sell their books in one place, rather than distribute them to bookstores, and to invite writers in to sign their books. So every evening, starting around six and ending between eleven and midnight, I think I repeated the following lines dozens and dozens of times:
“You have a frequent-flier card? Great! So this is how it works – you choose one book that costs up to 88 NIS, and you get that book free – wait, wait, then you’re eligible for three more books, each for only 35 NIS!”
“Let me see that coupon – oh, yes, fabulous, so look, you can get this book for 40 NIS, and you can get three more for only 35 NIS each! Forget the other coupons, this is cheaper, I swear.”
“Our deals? Well, everything is 20% off, of course, plus if you buy two books, you get the third for free!”
I was a good little worker-bee, and I repeated my mantras again and again. I repeated them to the same people more than once, because I’d forgotten that they’d spoken to me five minutes before. I repeated them, unintentionally, in my head before I went to bed. I repeated them with irony to my friends, to show them how good I was at reeling off the lines.
But that wasn’t what it was about for me – not really. Sure, the paycheck I’ll be getting is a pretty nice thing, and sure, of course I enjoyed being praised as a good worker. But I also enjoyed the fact that I was selling books. By the end of last night, I could tell with a glance what books to offer to whom, and who was there to buy as opposed to complain about the deals. I could recognize the people I was going to have a long chat with, and the people who would be rude to me. I learned how to convince people that despite what it said on the back of the book, Orlando is NOT a transvestite, but simply changes gender halfway through the book. I managed to convey that even though I haven’t read Hemingway yet, I knew which books were good to start with. I established a rapport with some customers and remembered them when they came back a day or two later.
And then, last night, it all ended… The lights above our booths were cut off at midnight, but we kept selling books until almost one o’clock, while simultaneously starting to pack up. After the last of the customers left, all us drones worked together and taped up cardboard boxes, packed books into them, salvaged more boxes when we ran out, talked and laughed and sweat in the hot night air. There were seeds from a nearby cluster of trees that had somehow opened up in the night to form these white puffballs that got into our clothes and mouths and eyes and stuck to our bare skin. It was hard work, and it took more than an hour.
But then that ended, too. The action wound down, although everyone was still pretty full of adrenaline. Big trucks with big men on them came and took away the boxes we’d packed, one by one, and dismantled our booths, one by one, and then it was time for us to leave, one by one.
I’ve never had a better job. Three of my superiors told me it was a pleasure to work with me. I was on good terms with every single one of my fellow workers. I made at least one friend, and another two potential friends with whom I’d really like to keep in touch. I was surrounded by books, touching books, selling books and looking at books for over sixty hours – and I was paid to do it.
I was so scared going into this job – dealing with people, giving the hard sell, lots of lifting and carrying, and the worst… needing to get along with workers without being painfully shy. I succeeded and did well and on top of it all enjoyed every moment of it.
In conclusion, as my title says, it was good, and I’m both sad and relieved it’s over. I now have an exam to study for and friends to catch up with as well as friends to keep in touch with. I also have, finally, time to write again. Hopefully, that’ll mean less rambling, personal, crazy and misty-eyed posts like this, and more stories, characters and writing exercises. But because this is my blog, and has been so for over a year and a half, I’ll still lapse into sessions of confession and personal babble once in a while. And that’s okay.
10 thoughts on “In Conclusion”
I loved reading about your experience and have to admit there were times I drooled over a bit! Spending all that time around books, touching books, talking about books and selling books in an environment like that- sounds like a dream job! 🙂 And the friends you made are the icings on top!
I think that some of the books I sold were a bit damp due to my drooling over them too… Okay, that sounds too gross :P.
It was definitely a good job, and I’m happy I got to do it!
That’s very okay. Well, I think you know that whatever career you decide on it should have something to do with books and writing. That’s a good thing to know early in life. You have a real shot at professional success.
Thank you! I really appreciate your comment, since my biggest dream is to write or work with books or… well, something to do with the written word, anyway.
Wow, what an awesome experience. I hope you got some really good discounts on books yourself! I have to give you credit – for a couple reasons. First, retail is hard work! You’re on your feet all day, you’re “on” all day with no chance to really wind down, and customers can be really unpleasant. And beyond that, you stepped outside of your comfort zone. That takes a lot of courage – and energy. Obviously you succeeded, making new friends and winning the praise of your bosses!
Hope you can catch up on sleep and really enjoy settling back into the routine – with some new books to read.
Thank you for your kind comment, Eva. You’re right, I did step out of my comfort zone and it was scary but turned out well in the end.
Plus… New books, indeed! Six, to be exact ^_^.
I am so glad that you had a great experience with the book fair! Also, I am glad that you were able to make a friend and potential friends. That’s always nice! Glad to have you back, though I am sure you want plenty of rest.
Sounds like a great experience, and you got paid and discounts on books, yay!!!!!
What a blissful time for you. I’m glad you had the opportunity!!
Sounds like a dream job! I’m happy you got to experience it.