Quite frankly, working at Borders was one of the bestest times of my life. I wouldn't trade those 33 months for anything else. Jiwask kids/ Pyro and the pixies wouldn't exist without Borders. I miss the books, the dusty book shelves, the book store, the cash office, running around with the v-carts, the lanyard, the nebula carpet at the kids section, the sort room, the pantry, the overstock room, the shrink wrap machine, the pallets of cartons, the managers, the colleagues. I MISS HOW THAT PLACE FEELS LIKE HOME.
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