Saturday, May 26, 2007

Yay College Books

I love being in college. There's something completely awesome about laying around all day and kind of doing homework, then cramming like a banshee come mid-terms and finals. One thing I hate, buying the damn books. Other than the fact that they're outrageously over priced, I can't stand the helpful people at the book store.
They are helpful. They are nice.

They're twits.
I've been in this game long enough to know the place backwards and forwards. So, I go to find my books. They have two of the four I need, and I already happen to have those two from a previous class. I'm studying to be a paralegal, it made sense to keep the citation books. That stuffs kind of important.
So I'm going to leave and the helpful girl working said "Did you find everything you need?"
Uhm, honey, I had NOTHING in my hands. So I told her no, that they didn't have any of the books I need. She asked if I was sure. I said yes, lots of empty shelf back there.
She took my schedule and proceeded back to the books.
"Wow, we're out of those books." Someone I assume to be the manager was on her tail, took down the authors and checked to see if they'd have them in. Wednesday. Which means I'd have to buy them new. Other than that, the last thing I want to do is go to the book store during the first week of school. So, I said that "I bet it's gonna be crazy." Helpful one replies "Well, not that crazy. More like.. a frat party." And I added to that, "With lots of artillery punch, I bet." She laughed, I think she might know what that is.
"Well, not to offend (and I knew it would) but I'm just going to check another book store. Thanks for your help." And wasting ten minutes of my precious time to confirm something I'd gotten twenty minutes ago.

I hate buying books. I hate overly helpful sales people. And salespeople, my heart goes out to you. You have a demanding job. Keeping bitchy twits like me happy all day every day. I salute you. But, for fucks sake, take a breath and try to understand TOO helpful is like a hot poker in the ass.

DO. NOT. WANT.

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