I wasn't really connecting with my co-workers at the library, which can be hard for me because I prefer to feel like I'm in everybody's good graces. I also like it better when most of them are in mine. So I decided to disappear upstairs and shelve, which, it also turns out, is one of my jobs.
So that was convenient.
I wheeled a cart of books into the elevator, went upstairs in what is surely the slowest elevator on the face of the earth, and headed out to non-fiction. On my way there I passed an idle librarian who was sitting at the librarian desk. So I stopped and said "You probably don't know this because you work in reference, but everyone in circulation is jealous of me because I'm so good at the alphabet."
Then I felt a little better.
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