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I'm filled with the unbearable joy of living, running wildly across the yard with the cool mist in my face and my hair blowing free, happy and joyful and filled with the promise of goodness and light.

Then I grow short of breath from the running and I plumet back to earth; the mist has made my carefully done makeup smear and my hair grow limp, but I remember the feeling of freedom and peace.

They come all too infrequently, but the glow remains even after the feeling has left.

Something savetheolives doesn't know--yet

Life can move....quickly. Amazingly quickly. In the space of about two hours, the vauge, not-even-worth-talking-about possibility of "someday" getting a job at the library has become a Really Big Possibility. I've already picked up application papers from Express Personel, even though I haven't absolutely possitively decided to even apply...but my mom thinks I should, and I bet my dad will agree once we talk to him.

It's always been my dream job. This library is, admittedly, very ugly. But I'm on a first name basis with almost all the people who work there; I know where all the books are; I know how they operate; goodness, I've probably READ a majority of the books in the ten years I've been frequenting this place. And on top of all that, it would probably be a very good place to prepare for that Ultimate of All Dream Jobs (involving a library, a college, a friend, and Somewhere Beautiful.)

The one little glitch is that the library director is, in the words of the librarian I talked to today, "a strange cookie." Yup, I've noticed. =D But I've worked with several such people before, even lived with a couple. *grin* I can work with a person who follows the beat of a different drummer. Heehee.

Guess I'll wait and see what happens...it might not work out, of course. I'm pretty sure, though, that if I decide to apply, I would get it. 'Cause everyone knows and loves me, y'know. =D I don't have to MAKE a good impression, because I have been for ten years. *very large grin*