6:00 -- I am reminded by a coworker that the Oscars are tonight.
7:00 -- Here are the nominated movies I have seen this year: none of them.
8:00 -- The Oscars are starting now, I think.
8:30 -- I have a spirited discussion with a young man about whether we are on the second or third floor of the store. He says third, because there are two floors below us; I say second, because the basement doesn't count as a floor.
9:00 -- Another young man approaches and says "I need a book." I ask "what book." He says "I don't know. I don't like reading, but I need a book." I say, well, I can show you a couple of things I like, and he says "well I don't like stories." He wants a book about TV. I tell him to visit the performing arts section upstairs. As I walk away, I see that he is wearing rubber boots and jeans rolled up all the way to his knees.
9:30 -- I realize that everything that is happening to me tonight is happening at the top and bottom of every hour! What a coincidence!
10:00 -- I fall asleep on my feet. When I wake up, I am weeping.
10:30 -- I discuss Pale Fire with a Russian kid who was making me absolutely furious just minutes earlier for reasons I am having trouble remembering. Highlight of the evening.
11:00 -- There is no one in the store except for two very loud women talking about their office politics in romance.
11:30 -- My feet hurt.
12:00 -- The store is closed.
12:15 -- I go home.
What a glamorous night!
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