So I've done it. I've made the leap and am leaving one of my jobs to be swapped out for an indie bookstore. I hereby solemnly swear to not become an ironically tattooed (other than my parents would disown me, I can't settle on a design for more than 10 minutes), bespectled (hullo...three surgeries to the eyes; I'm not turning four-eyes if I can help it), knee-high wearing (they itch and they fall down a lot), clunky shoe dragging (anyone who's seen me attempt that complicated dance called walking will understand this), ugly clothed (um...never mind) hipster.
I promise.
Of course, now I have to deal with a million and one librarians asking me where I'm going, and, more to the point why?!?!?! Why on earth would I want to work for a successful book peddler? Why would I want to live, breathe, (practically) eat the books that I adore so much, without it being spoiled by the petty bickering and politics of a public library? Why would I try to force myself to fit into a mold that is demanded of me, whether it be children's, teen or adult services; why bother choosing?
So yeah, I think I've made up my mind. Don't get me wrong, the master's won't go to waste; it'll just be reappropriated for awhile.
Should I be this calm right now?
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