Wow.
Times have really changed.
I had an interview to work in the library downtown. That's the pseudo-scary part of Stockton. It would never be dull.
I love to read. I love books. I need some time out of the house. It seems perfect.
She didn't ask me any questions--no job experience, no education, no availability, nothing. I sat there for 15 minutes while she told me how hard the job would be. Maybe I'm the most naive person in the world, but how hard can shelving books be. I won't be at the circulation desk; I won't have to collect fines or refuse people the privilege of taking books home. For 3 hours, a few days a week, how hard could it be?
Maybe I'll get the chance to find out. Maybe not. At least I now know I can alphabetize and follow the Dewey Decimal System--yes, she gave me a test.
It would be amazing if I got the first job I applied for after this long, even if it is a little one. It would be a start. It would be added purpose.
We'll see.
1 comment:
Maybe what she meant when she said it would be hard, was that it would be hard not to stop to read the books you were suppose to shelve? Good luck. Hope you get the job.
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