Once again I am alone at the front desk of the library. They put me here to write to you! And do a couple of other things along the way if anyone asks.
Right off the bat I registered a library card and thought:
Sense of personal accomplishment on a scale of one to ten?
Is the thrill gone?
Someone wanted to know what time the library closed.
"Eight." I said. And my sense of personal accomplishment was a two!
Directions to the bathroom? Three. Tracking down someone's missing hold. Five! Helping a sudden line of five people. Seven!
A friendly co-worker came down the stairs and gave me a little salute/wave. I gave one back. But the old lady who happened to be walking between us thought my greeting was to her and waved back at me. So I met her eye and altered the tail end of my wave so it was to her too: One wave to two separate people!
Sense of personal accomplishment: Ten.
I'm back baby!