Break ranks. Not book related.
I lost my job this week. I am part of the collective dis-en-work-ized. The how and the why and the unfairness. I won't go into it.
Let me just say: I will miss my library. I will miss my co-workers. I will miss my paycheck.
I AM NO LONGER A LIBRARIAN.Wait. That's not true. They can't take that away from me.
I AM A LIBRARIAN!
I am. I really am. I have a degree.
The True, The Proud, The Librarians
And, so, it begins: the 5 stages of grief.
Day one: Denial.
Really? Me?
YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!
Day two: Anger.
...Day three: Break from Dr. Kübler-Ross.
GORGE ON REALLY FATTENING BURGER AND FRIES.
Emotional range: YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS! Fat tastes good.
Health: Nauseated.
This pretty much brings you up to speed. The guillotine has hardly cooled and I have not yet picked up my things: the box(es) of things which, belonging to me, have been gathered and will be waiting for me to show up and collect.
I am angry, sad and looking ahead, all at the same time. Over the next few days I'll be working on my resume, checking out my options and considering what career path is best suited to both my incredibly diverse talents and the economic environment.
An interesting situation, this. How will I proceed? What steps will I take? It's all so fascinating, I don't know where to begin. I am enthralled.
