Burned My Mouth But Working In A Library Again

I am fine, but forgot to mention that I did something amazingly stupid yesterday. I'm going to give you all a bit of advice that I was given at one point and then carelessly decided to forget: When getting hot cocoa from a gas station, it's best to remember that the cocoa is HOT.

I mean, I had a free ticket and all, so I went for the biggest damn cup I could get (32 ounces) and I'm not a soda drinker nor a coffee drinker so I went for the cocoa. And then I get a straw and I go to take a sip and forget that the cocoa is probably boiling. It's written on the side of the cup. You'd think I'd pay more attention. Or remember.

I remembered, strangely enough, when my mouth was screaming ouch and my eyes were watering from the pain. And now I have big burns on the roof of my mouth and down my throat. That'll teach me.

Beyond me being incredibly dumb, I was busy doing Oblivion quests this morning when the SLIS library called up and told me I was to work at 3 today.

So I'm working. I got a job as a graduate assistant at the SLIS library, about four steps away from where my classes are. It's the job I wanted when I got down here simply because it was close to everything I needed and heck, it was a library job. It's my chosen profession, my reason for existing, the thing that gets my serotonin levels soaring and my hands shaking and my head goes all muzzy because of all the books and the awesomeness and dear Lord, the BOOKS...

You can see why my particular brand of crazy fits right in with stacks and cataloging. What others may think tedious and boring is fun for me. Take putting books away today. I was happy as a dog in a biscuit factory. I leaped at it even though I hadn't done Dewey since I was a senior in high school. It's like riding a bike or tripping over your own feet or breathing. So what if I'd done Library of Congress for 3 years in two different college libraries? Didn't seem to stop ME...

However, there was a bit of a bump to all this joy and vivre. Everyone has either gone to class or gone home, leaving me to flounder in my stupidity and doubt, alone, behind the desk. First days are always a nightmare. I don't know where anything is up here.

Let's just hope no one wants anything complicated. Let's hope it's all, "Let me check this out," or "Which way is it to..." (actually don't have them ask me that as I have no clue where anything is beyond this floor.)

But it's okay, because I'm a librarian. Right?

The good thing is that only graduate students and profs are allowed up here at night so I won't be dealing with freshmen asking for the restroom or where the library is and such stuff.

I'm going to go back to reading "The Joys of Cataloging" now. Toodle-oo.

Bec