I just spent days sat behind a desk,
Bleeping books through, occasionally re shelving, helping the odd old bag find a mills and boon she hadn't frotted over yet, te most exciting part of my day was getting to repair damaged books.
Everyone there was nuts or a million years old.
Admittedly, I was in a tiny library in the middle of nowhere, a city library might be a rip roaring hub of fun.
( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:33, 2 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

Due to all the cuts my friend pretty much runs the entire place himself, and ends up running himself into the ground
He works with middle-aged, moany wimmins. Say no more.
( Two Hats 🎩🎩, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:37, Reply)

if they're like the women I used to work with,
That poor guy.
( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:55, Reply)

He's a shadow of his former self
But he could always get another job if he wanted to. Fuck him, I say.
( Two Hats 🎩🎩, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 9:19, Reply)

You know what, I've always fancied being a librarian.
If I was 'of independent means' I'd love a job at the British Library.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:37, Reply)