Jeez, you know you've made the right move career-wise when all of a sudden you get a step-up in energy. I've been a real-live librarian now for a month, and I swear I'm feeling perkier about life in general as a result of the move. I think I didn't realise just how worn out I was in my old job: little things really ate away at me, and people's schtick that normally would roll off my back as though I were a well-greased duck simply stuck in my craw and made me a crabby, wrung-out individual. God, was I dragging my ass for the last year or so of that last job. I went back there last week for a meeting and the anxiety in the pit of my stomach made me realise that it's been good for me to be away, so I can get my recharge on.
On the other hand, I'm digging this gig, I really am. Last week I found myself on several occasions rounding the corner efficiently, cruising into the stacks and thinking to myself, "I did it! I'm a fuckin' librarian!" Oh sure, I can't fix the photocopier and I'm still pulling that "what now?" facial expression at most reference queries, but damn it, I'm a librarian! Not a slick librarian, but a librarian nonetheless! Here are some nice things about being a librarian: it's no longer a secret shame to be a tidier, a labeller, a hoarder of information. Now I can just be out with it, and everyone loves it - because the rest of them are just as finicky as me! Stationery lovers? Oh yes, they are. One of them even has her own label maker. Fuck it, why don't I have a label maker? Someone please get me a label maker! I really want one!
Saturday, 10 February 2007
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