Oh yeah! I'm being illegal. That's funny to say because google is acceptable at work. I guess they don't realize how much access that actually gives us. I wonder if this is being monitored. It is after 6, and most full-time people get off at this time. So...

I'm at work. I work at the Library here in this lovely town. I transferred a few months ago to the library in my home town. If you know me then you know where that is, and if you don't you'll just have to live in assumptions.

I was afraid to transfer here because I was working almost 3 years at the library across town and I was so used to it that I loved the staff and was afraid of having to rebuild bonds in the work place. I actually had a plan while I was pregnant with my daughter that that place would be my final stepping stone and I would make the library my career. I would get my degree in Library Science and be a librarian and succeed my successors. Of course this would be settling. I have this heart for weather but I was willing to give up a dream to make sure my family would have a stable life. The library is a perfect place for someone to work and have a family. It was my coworker who changed my mind. She was all wise and yoda-like asking if I would truly be happy with that decision or if I would regret it later. She told me she could see the fire in my eyes for going back to school for weather.

There's a heck of a lot more to this story...and it's actually the beginning of a lot of change. So moving on...

I am at the library still, and the transfer was a very good thing. It worked perfectly in my favor. I love the new staff I've met. The change was for the better.

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I should mention a few things about last night and my sipping of wine. I actually got a huge tummy ache right after glass one. This is ok. I just passed out listening to Catholic radio instead and slept forever. Yep, I might be becoming too Catholic, what's it to ya?

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There have been really loud children tonight. Screaming and screeching, throwing things. These parents won't pick up the messes...and I'm talking blocks over the place, or quiet their children. Oh, public...the library is not a playground. Now I must pick up after children as if I'm a daycare service. It's not bad, and it gives me something to do, but I do not get paid enough to be a daycare. They get paid so much. Like SO much. That's a business anyone can get rich off of. Unless you're a librarian having to take up the role of daycare...