Excerpts from an actual dream I had last night: It was the present, 2015, and I was working at Borders, which was back in business, at a long, rectangular store somewhere in the Boston area, but neither Peabody #059 nor Boston #120 where I variously worked from 1995-2011. The shelves were stocked and mostly flushed, not only with books, and not only with CDs and vinyl, but with hardware and tools, handmade pottery, kitchen supplies, even durable foodstuffs like rice and various grains. Not only were the shelves full to bursting, but the overstock was full as well, both above the shelves against the walls and above some of the shelves in the center of the store, like at a Home Depot. The store was bustling with customers, browsers, and workers, and I remarked to someone it was so great to see how busy it was, in comparison to 2009 and 2010, when it seemed the only crowds we drew were right before Christmas or when there was a single item 40% off coupon. The staff of the store was populated with people Id worked with over the whole course of my 16 year tenure at Borders, and also with people Id gone to grade school, high school, and college with that to my knowledge never worked at Borders. In amazement I commented to someone, There must be twenty people working here whom Ive known for a decade or two or more! It was so great to see everyone. There was what seemed a vast section of used books whose stocked shelves resembled the stacks of the library at the college I attended back in the early 1990s. The café had coffee and tea but also beer and ale on tap, and I said to someone, as I observed the groups of friends drinking and talking together at the wooden tables and booths, I always wished wed had a liquor license at Peabody! Among the many background sounds was the constant sound of many registers processing sales... One can dream, I suppose...
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 16:04:40 +0000
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