Stagnant Air and Computer Chairs

Another day at the office, another dollar earned.
I adore my job, I can read excerpts of trade journals or whole novels as I please, smell the pages of the new books and the old, watch the magazines that pass through my desk start to yellow and out-date themselves. Working in a library gives my love for the written word room to blossom. I now appreciate text on a page from a business standpoint, not just from a pleasure standpoint.
Although our library may be located in the basement, and I have to sit at my gray-green cubicle for longer than I'd like to, at least I am surrounded by books. My desk is piled high with little notes I write myself, and even higher with books that need repairs. I love these books. They've been worn and loved and their binding now needs to be replaced. These books have a history. Not only with the letters printed in the past, but they have a history with each reader that has absorbed their words.
I love my job.