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The last three months of working full time have been very, interesting. It's gotten to the point where when people ask me what the latest crazy things to happen at work, I just shrug because it's all blending together. There are so many weird incidents, so many times that I literally scratch my head and wonder how someone could have possibly thought going to the library for that specific need makes sense, that it blows my mind. Some days I wonder how I could possibly do this another week, and other days I feel very fulfilled with my job. 

There was one day that I got to color at work.
 
There was the day that a boy was looking for their next dystopian read. I got to walk through the shelves with him, pulling out all of these books that he might like, and got to just discuss something I loved. 

One day I found this on the shelf. 
That blurb says that, "on the planet Snare, the descendants of Islamic fundamentalists war with the descendants of scientists, and the alien natives for the fate of a planet." What. The. Heck. Alright then. 

I've seen people kicked out for barking, a man trespassed for leaving dirty q-tips. I've watched kids research Satanism while farting, had to talk to UPS on the phone for someone trying to figure out how to mail hazardous materials. Someone asked my co-worker for a knife to cut up a pineapple.

I've noticed that my memory isn't doing as well since working full time. Before, I could remember EVERYTHING. Not just about the present, but about the past. Now, I'm struggling. I'm remembering most things, but definitely not everything, and not at my full capacity. It's freaking me out just slightly. 

My best friend at work is leaving because people are just so horrible and yell at us all the time. But then there are the regulars and I love seeing them. I'm just so conflicted, and doing it day by day. I definitely know this isn't where I'm going to spend the rest of my life, but I know this is where I'm supposed to be right now. I often go back to that very strong reassurance from Heavenly Father when I prayed about accepting the job. That gets me through the hard days. 

Oh work. It's an interesting thing. 

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