So after checking Barnes & Noble, two libraries, Amazon, and B&N.com, (really?! nothing on Amazon?! seriously) I resigned myself to not finding an annotated copy of the plays, I decided to poke around HPB and I found— wait for it— not any annotated individual plays (truly surprisingly), but ONLY volume two of annotated Shakespeare’s histories. Which has all four of the ones I was looking for, plus one other. And of course, there was no copy of volume 1, or any comedies, or any tragedies of this edition to be seen.
Such is luck, which, by the way, today has been the WEIRDEST fucking Friday the 13th ever. I am not superstitious in the least, in fact I am majorly skeptical. BUT it has been a weird day and I do appreciate superstition from a sort of human-interest point of view (I love ghost stories), and so I’ve been sort of entertained by all these shenanigans.
I went to work at 3, and not only did we have two separate cases of shoplifting (that we could not prove objectively, but were highly suspect), but between myself and the register there were FIVE incidents where I was ringing people up and I totally botched it and had to get a manager. I botched a return, I needed a card lookup that wouldn’t work, and so forth. I had a lady— with a successful card lookup, I might add— where the computer fritzed or something and charged $.03 to her card and then wouldn’t let me charge the rest (because it might be fraudulent). So we had to void the whole thing and start over. And then. AND THEN. This next lady was buying ONE ITEM and I rang it through to the credit screen and the SIGNING SCREEN FROZE. So we had to restart the register, and I rung her up on another register, which then proceeded to not have any receipt paper in the printer. Of course.
So that was my day. (And also I picked up a book on velvet paintings, an annotated Macbeth, and mythologies of Aztec/Mayan/Mesopotamian/Norse cultures. Not all in one book, of course, BUT YES.)