It was voluntary in my school as far as I can remember. I was desperate to leave and get a job. I applied for the local newspaper but got sent to a bookshop instead. I was quite disappointed but looking back, there was only one newspaper and probably only one position but there were loads of schools and probably loads of people who wanted to do it so it was inevitable that all but one person would end up disappointed.
I had to meet the manager first. I had no interview clothes so I went in a jumper and I remember him telling me not to go to an interview in a jumper.
Most of it was stocking shelves. I didn't really serve anybody. There was one occasion when I had to look up a book on a microfiche and I had no idea what to do and just panicked. They would use a PC to do that nowadays.
I remember sneaking up to the stockroom and sneaking a look at "The Joy of Sex"
. I also sat in a meeting with the store's buyer, and the sales rep was enthusiastic about a new paperback called "Neuromancer" by William Gibson but he didn't like the cover. Sci-fi fans will realise the significance of that...I also met David Owen, now Lord Owen, who was leader of the SDP at the time because he came in for a book signing.




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