who else besides me?

it sounds like a ridiculous concept, to love one’s job.  it sounds ideal.  or perhaps that’s just me, because i’m naturally an artist, and the first hurdle will be to actually LAND a job before i can come to love it.

i work at a library.  my peers snicker and i revel in the nerdy implications.  i get paid to refer, to do research, to be your un-opinionated source of opinions.

i feel like i have a story every single day, and i wish i had started this blog earlier, because i would have ready for you story upon story of situations one wouldn’t immediately guess that’s what a library is for.

now the trick is to stay unrecognized by my patrons.