Like my own children
One of my newer co-workers has little kids. Some nights their father brings them in to visit the mom at work. Just after they left one night this co-worker confessed to me about how sometimes she thinks she's going crazy because her young son makes her so mad and then makes her completely laugh.
Oh I totally understand. That's just how our library patrons make me feel.
Ohhh, and my managers.
And my co-workers.
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