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The Missing Person’s Report
October 7, 2016 /For a brief period between my sophomore and junior years in college, I had the exciting privilege of working a job without my boss’ knowledge. I’m not quite sure how this happened (and, apparently, neither did my boss), but it’s an interesting story that’s worth mentioning. At the end of my sophomore year, I applied for and accepted a job at a library. Having few aspirations beyond funding my first summer living away from home (and all the accompanying frivolity such an endeavor entails), I wanted nothing more than a quiet work space filled with quiet tasks amid quiet and comfortably dusty stacks of books. To be honest, I imagined spending most days sliding around on those vintage rolling ladders one sees in especially august and illustrious institutions. It was an idealistic notion of library work, so you can imagine my dismay when I discovered I was to be the resident “cataloguing specialist.” This glamorous title referred to a job that essentially involved pasting bar codes onto books in a little back room isolated not only from my coworkers, but also the bulk of Western civilization. I arrived to work at 8 o’clock every morning and spent most…Read more
