Thursday, May 10, 2018
How the world works
I was shelving in the fiction section, at the "P's" in "Twain, Mark" to be more specific, when one of my big time managers walked by. We both sighed in the exact same way at the exact same time. Then we regarded each other.
"I'm standing here," I said "Tired of shelving, thinking how fun it might be to make big decisions and boss everyone around."
"And I'm standing here," My boss said "Tired of petty responsibilities, and refereeing infighting, while longing for the zen-like peace of shelving."
Then we realized that we just happened to look exactly alike! So we swapped jackets and glasses and agreed to change jobs for a week.
"I'll be keeping my salary though." My boss said.