A Girl With a Sword

baby, you're a rich man

My dilemma—what’s better, a job I love that really doesn’t make very much or give me marketable skills or a job I feel indifferent toward that has the benefit of both? I got a job at a bookstore in Cambridge. I’m working with children’s books and fiction. I’m so excited and happy because I love children’s literature and it’ll be so much easier to keep up with it’s ever-changing trends now. The fiction I’m happy about because contemporary fiction is something I’m sadly behind in and hopefully this’ll give me a chance to catch up. So it’s a great job for me, but the pay is only enough for me to eat and pay rent and I won’t be able to save for grad school on this salary. I had some interviews with a staffing company this morning, but I’m just not excited about going out into the office working world. I’m applying for part-time jobs and hoping that if I’m happy at work it’ll make up for the 65-hour work week.

So far, instead of cream pies and baked beans, my tastes of Boston have been fresh tomatoes, peppers, and very salty Armenian cheese. We live in an Armenian section of Watertown and most of our grocery shopping is done at the local stores. On Saturday night I found myself going though piles of dried beef sausage at the corner market, wondering what on earth I was supposed to do with it. There are also blocks of feta and olive bars and the mysterious falafel (I love that word). I think it’ll be a good life.