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When it comes to hierarchy in the Library of those who actually deal with books, I'm pretty much the lowest.

Being a Library Page, I get books from the return box, register them as "returned" and push a trolley to put them back on the shelves. Being that I work in the Reserved Reading Room (i.e. the books that are lent out for two days, rather than two weeks or a month) lots of students who, for some reason, either don't know how to use a computer or don't understand the system (Dewie-Decimal, which is numbers and alphabet) will come to me and ask for help.

It's a good feeling.

I pretty much know where every book is in my little Reading Room (it really is little, because as I said it's only reserved books) and if I don't, I can pretty much find any book if I know the general subject, if the number + name are absent.

The knowledge I have obtained and will hopefully retain feels special to me, though probably anyone who loves Libraries or is an academic who uses them on a regular basis has obtained a part of this magical ability to find one book between these walls of information, bursting, all them calling "Read Me" (except the Econ books, sorry dudes, you're too boring, unless you're about the sociology of economics, or economics and class disparity, but then, you're not really about Econ).

I arrived this morning, about half an hour before I was meant to punch in, because yesterday the Library was closed, but the return box is always open. It took me an hour an a half to sort through all the books students returned yesterday, I'm surprised the box didn't burst.

My foresight served me well, as by the time I was done sorting with the first batch, the second batch consisted of a sane amount of books (5) as opposed to an fucking insane amount of books I had to deal with on my own (well over 50).

So, I'm feeling pretty accomplished and good at my job.

Too bad my back disagrees with me. Ow.

Date: 2011-05-27 04:51 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] silveradept
That sounds pretty wonderful, excepting for the back bit. Is your library up-to-date on ergonomic practice and making sure that all of their valuable people don't hurt themselves in doing their normal work?


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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"

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