It has been both quiet and busy today at the library I work at. This is a change from a December that ambled along in a seasonally quiet way. The library was sleepy all through the holidays. Now, with the new year we start to wake up a bit. Lines form up suddenly at the front desk of the library, and creating an on-the-spot quirky anthology of the history of comic literature for an interested patron is no longer feasible.
Ah well, we don't have any of those books anyway.
None of them were really all that funny.
And could you please step aside so I could register each member of this family of 17 for library cards?
But I'm not complaining, really. In the old days around here we used to work so much harder. I like to regale my modern era co-workers with stories about the bad old days, and often I wonder how I could stand it. No Internet, no reference work, and hands on checking in and checking out of every single item, all while staffing slowly decreased and circulation bumped up ten or 15 percent every year.
But I'm not complaining.
I always liked it here okay.
You see, as far as work goes, well, 90 percent of the effort is just being here. The rest takes care of itself.