I have a new job. My new title is "Operations Librarian". What that means exactly, is purely up to interpretation because it's a made-up job title.
Essentially, I will be in charge of all the stuff no one else has time to do. I pretty much will have free reign over my time. Cool beans, no?
I start the week after Thanksgiving, which means I move the week OF Thanksgiving, tragic, but necessary as I have some things around here that need to be dealt with. Such as my poor little library. Oh, I will miss it so. And the groovy people who live around here, too.
But, it's time to move on and be an adult. I will finally be making a salary that will allow me to do that. I'm most proud of the fact that I will no longer be dependent on my parents to support me. Yes! I am an adult! Wooo!
Wait. Crap. Does anyone have the number for Neverland? I'd like to make a reservation.
On a happy note, I will now be working in a hot pink library, which so rocks my socks. Hot pink. How many people have the privilege of knowing what it feels like to work in a bottle of Pepto-Bismol? Not damn many.
