tales of a traveling librarian

Phew, this whole working for a living thing is making me tired. I’m four days in. And getting up at eight is brutal. I know, cry me a river. I’m sure that I will adjust. And I figure if the only thing I could possibly even maybe complain about is getting up a bit earlier than I am used to, then, well, I’m doing pretty good. I love this job. The days pass quickly, I’m working on a couple of different projects, its more than what I was hoping for. As I was riding my bike home tonight, for one second, I thought that maybe those six years of post secondary school were worth it. Fortunately, my bike ride home is not that long and the thought passed fairly quickly.

I am still surprised at how tired I am once I get home. There’s no energy to go to the gym. Or read a book. Or socialize. I just want to veg out. And eat. And play a bit of online poker. Yesterday, I had dinner with Tasha, who’s much more adjusted to this whole job thing, than I am. Somehow we got onto the topic of what it would mean for us if we never ended up married (I know! Us talking about men! Shocker!) and I mentionned that if I hit forty and was single, I was dropping the whole idea of trying to be attractive and heartily embracing obesity. And I don’t mean a little bit of obesity. I’m talking, or as Tasha said, lifting-the-roof-off-the-house-to-get-me-out obesity. I think children are in the plan, to serve as little minions. Little food getting minions. And the special for the obese ambulances they just spent a bunch of tax dollars on. Doesn’t that sound delicious? Not the ambulances. Or the children. More like the all-you-can-eat Tiramisu. And pizza. And other cheese and bread combinations. Mmmm.

So, I could tell you I’m going to go to the gym, or head out with friends, or whatever, but, really, I’ll be in my pyjamas, maybe eating bread or cheese in some form, and spending my money online. Of course, now my dad is playing too, so, that’s almost like socializing. Huh. That, more than the degrees, the job, the age, might have made me an adult. The whole referring to my parents as counting as socializing. You know, as if they were people. In their own right. Pfft.

Well, its happened. You know how they tell you not to worry? And that things will work out? That tizzy I worked myself into about not knowing what I was going to be doing in September was all for naught. I’m employed! And happily! I wasn’t sure how I would feel about leaving behind the helpdesk. I’ve only worked here for a year, but, it fairly quickly became a central part of my life, financially and socially. Fortunately, it seems as though I will get to keep all the good parts. The good parts being poker, of course. My new position is on campus (one step closer to getting my kids free tuition, I like to joke!), in a department that’s is still new and still being formed. I’m hoping that this means I can play a role that’s a little bit larger than the underling I’m used to being. And by larger, I mean, say, maybe I get to make a decision every once in a while?

The simple fact that it is on campus makes me immeasurably happy. The fact that my whole routine does not change, the fact that I can still ride my bike to work, the fact that I can still visit my friends still working at U of T…well, it all makes this growing up thing sounds a whole lot more doable. There’s coffee (Tim’s and Starbucks) in my building, so I know I’m going to be able to survive.

Plus, I’m actually, really, a librarian. As of Monday.