So Long Library...You Were Great

Tonight I worked my last shift at the library. I went through the duties as I had the weeks prior, but this time I knew it would be the last time. I'm going to miss that place.

The Awakening, by Michael Carroll was the last book I checked it--thought I'd take a picture of it. I only began the job last April, but it feels like I've been there longer. Not in a "it's a bad job so it feels like I've worked there forever" kind of way, but in a "I've gotten to know some great people and had a wonderful time doing it" kind of way.

Decisions are made based on benefit vs. sacrifice. There were many benefits to the job. I worked with amazing people. The patrons were fantastic. And I was surrounded by books--that's like crack cocaine for an aspiring author, especially when some of the books you check out are written by friends. That's a cool feeling--imagine if those books were mine.

Being surrounded by books is a double-edged sword. And all those benefits are overshadowed by the fact that when I'm at work, I can't write. I've written so little since beginning that job, and seeing all those books only reminded me of what is possible, what can be done. It's as if the words teased and mocked as well as encouraged and showed glimpses of what could be--all at the same time.

Because of some things that happened, I no longer need to do the second job, at least for now. Maybe one day I'll return, maybe not. But if I never do I'll always remember my time at the library fondly. Thank you for the opportunity. I'm glad I took it. I'm going to miss that place.

Remember National Twizzlers Day? Apparently, It Was A Local Event...

Are you one of those people who track those "national days?" You know the ones. They always post on Facebook or other social media platforms proclaiming to all whatever new "national day" it happens to be. Then, if it's National Cupcake Day for example, they post a picture of them or their family chowing down on cupcakes.

Yeah, you know people who do that. You may be people who do that.

And there's nothing wrong with that--don't get me wrong. I'm all for celebrating whatever day it is (which is just a way to generate more sales of whatever national day it is, but that's another story...).

A few weeks ago I entered the break room of my p/t job and low and behold before us all were bags and bags of Twizzlers. The note broadcast in no uncertain terms that it was National Twizzlers Day.

Of course, we all participated. You can't not celebrate National Twizzlers Day, especially when bags and bags of short sugary ropes taunt and temp as those blasted Twizzlers always do. I even took a picture--the same one on this blog post--and used it as my "Pic Of The Day" photo.

Turns out, it was not National Twizzlers Day, at least, not officially. I found out last week that it was only National Twizzlers Day in the break room of the south branch of the Davis County Library because the Branch Manager saw they were having a sale on bags of Twizzlers at her local grocery store so she stocked up, dumped them on the table, created a little note and let nature takes it's course.

I have no idea if there is an official National Twizzlers Day. But, after the celebration we had, there ought to be.