owlmoose | Small things

Let me set the scene: It's a Monday morning, early. I'm a little cranky because I worked Saturday and now I'm working Monday and it's going to be a long day, not to mention how it's kicking off a six-day workweek.

Then a new student comes up to the desk and asks me an intelligent and interesting question, one that I've never thought of in the five years I've worked here, and I am, one again, reminded why I'm really here. Sometimes, my job rocks.

(The student who confesses to having a two-month overdue book and pays her fine with nary a whimper helps, too.)