back to the cardigan

I must confess that I was a little nervous walking in tonight; the same sensation I felt when I showed up for my first shift at Purdy Kresge, Wayne State University's graduate library (back when I was still a lowly graduate student). Working at the Farm I sometimes forget that once-- seemingly in a life that I lived a hundred years ago--I was paid to help people find books, assist in research, just be helpful (these thought especially occur to me when I am elbow deep in meat or pasta). Though tonight I am not so sure about the being helpful part. I have already found myself unable to help two girls with some DVD player issues and then I sent another girl to the wrong part of the library in search of a book...she is still shooting me dirty looks. And I am only less than two hours into the job. Guess when I take my lunch break later I will again be going on a tour of the library.
Best part of this job: getting back to working in my field, money
Worst part of this job: Sundays now mean working in the Kitchen 6:30am-2:30pm, working at the library 6pm-2am. Wednesdays will be a little like Sunday, but I am done at midnight. Everything's a trade-off. Wish me luck.
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