Day Three

There are only a few things I need to be happy and one of those things is a library. You all know that my dream job is to work in a library. Yes, I know there are those who wish they could be a lion tamer or could be on TV or whathaveyou, but for me... perfect job? Librarian.

I found the local library and I must say I was shocked. SHOCKED! I mean I expected it to be small, I did, I never expected three floors of books or anything... but this? I wasn’t prepared for.

Getting up, I collected bits of ID and things I thought I might need to prove I am who I says I am and I made my way to the library. I signed a form and they gave me my card. It was only then, that I turned to actually look at the place.

WHAT THE...?

I stared at three shelves of fiction, a shelf of children’s books, two shelves of audio and DVDS and another shelf of miscellaneous non-fiction. I was shocked. Shocked and stunned. I think I had more books than this place?!!

I walked through the ‘library’ trying to see where the stairs were to the rest. No. There are no stairs. This is all there was. I went to the fiction and quickly scanned along... L, M, N...O... O... Orwell... Come on! Every library should have at least Animal Farm in it. I think that’s the rule. Nope. Nothing.  I crossed to the half shelf which was laughably titled ‘Science Fiction’ to see if they had any Douglas Adams... Nope! As a joke I crossed back to the normal fiction... B, B... Brown...

Oh you have got to be fucking with me?

They don’t have one copy of any Orwell book, but they have three copies of The Da Vinci Code?

I went passed the desk and as I was about to leave the woman stopped me ‘See anything you like?’ I almost had to stop myself asking whether she’d like to borrow some books from me instead.