In November 1995 I started working four hours a week at the library, shelving books after school.
In 1998, I went up to ten hours a week because the libraries underwent a major BPR thingie.
In 2001 I started working 30 hours a week after I finished my degree. After a while I went up to 40 hours so I could stop working Saturday mornings. I missed my one weekday off, but it was worth it.
Today I left the library for the last time. My bosses gave me a pink begonia plant, which I will try not to murder. On Saturday I have my leaving dinner and kareoke, which should be fun.
I feel pretty sad about leaving, the library has been a huge chunk of my life and it's hard to believe that I won't be shelving any more trollies of books. That I won't be seeing some of my favourite patrons any more. And that I'll have to start paying for DVDs I take out.
I feel excited as well, though. I'm ready for a change, and I'm ready to do something new and different with my working life. I hope that the future is bright, and that I can meet the challenges with a level head.
In other news I don't think I'm gluten intolerant. I think I'm stress intolerant. I got really sick a while back when I was so disappointed about not getting a promotion and dealt with all the stress of the job interview process and so on. I have been eating gluten-tastic foods for a couple of weeks with no apparent effects.
Perhaps I should try cutting out dairy?
PoF: L337 librarian
CO: endings