On Sisyphus

A couple years ago, my then 11-year-old listened to me talk about my day at work (which sounded a lot like every other day at work) and then said, “It sounds like your job is just moving inventory from one place to another,” and now it’s all I think about whenever I spend the day making new displays or doing returns or organizing the book fair books in the basement or packing up the damaged and donated books to put in the garage. Which is most days. Just moving books from one place to another.