Yesterday marked the end of my service to the Liberry. It ended much in the same way it began- with everyone wondering if the new person would know what the hell he was doing.
It’s a strange thing to keep one job through the first half of your 20’s. Things change rather quickly during those years. I look different, think differently, and care about different things than I did when I started working at the Liberry, which is how things should be. But the side-effect of working in one place during a metamorphosis is the sense that you’ve worked there forever. It’s been four years- approximately 16% of my life.
Four years of working on Gates computers, unjamming printers, helping the helpless, teaching classes, meeting weird people, and keeping books waaaay longer than is befitting a liberry employee.
Now it’s up to another brave soul to traverse the straits of the Liberrian Sea. Will he reach the sunny shores of super-librarianship? Run aground in the shoals of mediocrity? Be dashed upon the rocky coast of incompetence?
Be misled by a mixed maritime metaphor?!?!?!