yuck

i hate romance literature of the georgette heyer variety. unfortunately, however, other people seem to like it. so it was announced yesterday that we would have to make a seperate display of it in the shop. three whole bays or nothing but romance literature, gross. in the end it turned out kind of funny. my manager is a scottish guy whose goal in life is to be a policeman in glasgow. he is working here while his girlfriend studies, and then it is on to police academy. hardly the ideal person to be organising a display on romance literature. while emma and i shelved, he stood and read out the backs of the covers in a mock serious tone, complete with phoney sighs and swoon.at the end it seemed a whole section of the shop had turned into a pastel sea. it looked absolutely hideous in my view, but, hey, i just follow orders dont i? fortunately, last friday one of the guys made a james bond display, complete with all the bond books. it looks way cooler and at least gives me something more pleasant to look at when i am at work!