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Since I'm still new-ish to DreamWidth (but everyone who follows me on LiveJournal knows about this), here's where I explain that I'm in the process of writing a book! I've been working in the customer service/retail sector for the better part of my life post high school, but I've been employed for the last 4 1/2 years at a grocery store as a cashier. And it royally sucks. I've had to deal with so many mean, rude, terrible customers (and had some clashes with management), and I can't tell you how many people hear my stories of cashier abuse that they sometimes don't believe it, but it's all true. For the last couple of years, I've been keeping both a written journal and a work-related blog (15 Items Or Less) about my work experiences and just to generally vent.
Well, for a good chunk of last year, I was trying to outline this book project and to better organize how I want this project to go. I'm thinking I may turn it into a book/graphic novel. But yesterday, I was going through my work-related posts on my LJ account and running off those pages so I have something to look at and do my editing/organizing when I'm not at my computer. Holy crap, I've got about half of the LJ entries ran off so far and I've already realized it's a lot of material. I haven't even gotten to "15 Items Or Less" yet or my pen-and-paper journal.
What bothers me the most is that after reading these past entries, I just now realized how much of my life I've spent at this job. At least 1/6th of my life. And I don't even like the job. And it just feels like it's getting worse. So yeah. The book has to be written.
Well, for a good chunk of last year, I was trying to outline this book project and to better organize how I want this project to go. I'm thinking I may turn it into a book/graphic novel. But yesterday, I was going through my work-related posts on my LJ account and running off those pages so I have something to look at and do my editing/organizing when I'm not at my computer. Holy crap, I've got about half of the LJ entries ran off so far and I've already realized it's a lot of material. I haven't even gotten to "15 Items Or Less" yet or my pen-and-paper journal.
What bothers me the most is that after reading these past entries, I just now realized how much of my life I've spent at this job. At least 1/6th of my life. And I don't even like the job. And it just feels like it's getting worse. So yeah. The book has to be written.
