The Library

As odd as it may seem, I actually love the library. I
should hate it. No, I take that back, I should
despise it, after my two years serving in the
university library system during my college studies I
should have some sort of unplesant feelings that rise
out of me. At that time, I believed that I had
actually died and been sent to the purgatory of green
science scholarly journals.

My job was to put them in their place.

I am not exaggerating: It took over a century to walk
from one end of the third floor of the Dirac Science
library to the other. Rows and Rows and Rows and Rows
of eternal green books that were forever waiting in
silence, for someone to come and open them up and
uncode their ecryptic scientific messages. Blech.

I remember walking up and down Isle after Isle not
quite sure why the call number had suddenly changed as
I realized that there was no place for it and I had
read the number backwards after looking for the number
over and over again in the shelves. I hate numbers.

Anyway, mind you this was only the third floor. There
were two other floors in which I was required to
conquer. ADD patient VS. Deslexia in my brain.
Panic overcomes. I start to daydream. My favorite
game was taking the carts and pretending that they
were grocerie shopping carts and that I was given 5
min to get anything I want for free. I think I
planned my entire wedding, future house decor,
thesis's for my art history papers, what I would do
if boogie men came into my house and I had to jump
them and many other things.

That is what gave me a ray of hope in the endless
tunnel of darkness of the Dirac Science library.
That, and frequent visits by Russell Brun who would
come late in the evening and not even looking to make
sure that no one was watching jumped on the book carts
and had me push him around like a kid and laughing
giddily. I was amazed at what a little laughter could
do.

Then there were the days when I would sneak down to
the bottom floor which is where I found endless rows
of cookbooks and photography books that I found
entirely too wonderful. I found books on every kind
of way to make just about any kind of food imaginable.
If anyone knows me well, they ought to believe that
what actually happened was that I went from purgatory
(on the top floor) and someone (bless their soul)
prayed me out of purgatory and now I am in Joanna
heaven

Then there were my co- workers