I'm thankful for quiet, uneventful evenings at the library - the evenings when everyone is behaving, nobody is going apoplectic over a computer or broken printer, nobody is trying to take RFID tags off, and effectively trying to steal items. The evenings when the plumbing works. The evenings when nobody is yelling at me and people tolerate each other in general. These are the evenings I live for, when I'm reminded of why I wanted to work here in the first place.
Honestly, I'm thankful for every day I get there, but it's without a doubt the toughest job I've EVER had. There are times when I just feel beat down...I think people forget that we are human too. I rarely ever take it personally, but when it happens day after day, it's hard to ignore. I spent months hoping it would get easier...it has and it hasn't.
Contrary to popular belief, library life is chaotic and no two days are ever the same - almost nothing feels routine. You're really at the mercy of the community and sometimes it feels like we are barely keeping our heads above water. Yet, sometimes I walk the stacks and wonder how I got so lucky and I find myself saying that I work at the coolest place in the world...sometimes I'm amazed I get a paycheck for it.
I don't know what my future holds and I have a lot to learn, but I'm thankful that this has been part of the experience.
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