You know what, I’m so happy that I’m gonna pack on some more oo to that woo:
A couple weeks ago I started working as a library page, and I ~love~ it.
A page is someone who does the sorting and shelving of returned books. This job was seriously made for me. I have the kind of brain that gets SO AMPED by sorting things, it’s ridiculous. The process of alphabetizing a cart of books makes me feel both a reflective calm and a fizzy stimulation at the same time. I don’t know how that’s possible but it’s the combo punch of awesome.
Something just flicks on inside my brain when I sort things. My brain’s like, “OH WE’RE SORTING NOW? AAAAHHH YEAH, L BEFORE M, PUT IT THERE PUT IT AAHH YES”
Other things I love about the job:
The most obvious one… I am surrounded by books! Simply being in an environment where these beauteous page-filled wonders are on all sides of me is such a happy feeling.
My coworkers and boss are are all super nice. I’m not surprised. Bookish people tend to be nice people.
I get to work independently. I say my hellos and how are yous as I pass people but mostly I work by myself, letting my mind wander through the quiet. My introversion loves that.
When I put returned books back on the shelves, I sometimes discover ones that make me go, “Hmmm, this one looks good…” I have a feeling my to-read list is going to get even longer.
Shelving returned books can also give me an intimate look into strangers’ lives. Like recently, I shelved a bunch of books on how to get a divorce. That was sad. But then I also shelved a bunch of books on how to take care of a dog! That was happy! The dichotomy of that was so poignant to me – someone out there is about to go through something awful, while someone else is about to go through something awesome. And then I thought… What if they were the same person?
Granted, there are things about the job I don’t love. It can get tiring – all that standing, bending, lifting, pushing. (Sounds like an exercise video. “Now bend! Now lift! Now push it, ladies, push it!”) I don’t love handling kids books that have been slimed all over with kid germs, haha. And nonfiction can be hard to shelve because of those long strings of dewey decimal numbers.
But even with those small downsides, I still love the job! It is so right for me in so many ways. I was born to work here. 🙂