Though it alledges to be 6:25am, I know the truth. I’ve been awake for almost an hour, working. I am still awake, and still working. Once I’ve finished this bout of working, I will take a shower, and go to work.
You know that feeling that you get when you’ve hardly slept at all, you open your eyes, and they’re on fire? I hope that’s not just me, it’s too good a sensation to not share. Working with any light emitting surface (like, the screen of ye olde trustee laptop) is brutal, in this condition.
It’s times like these that I think about sales people, and contractors, and teachers, and mechanics, and librarians. Mostly librarians. There is no context in which it is a reasonable expectation of their employement that a librarian should wake up at 5:20 in the morning. They don’t have to plan for that…not that you can plan for it, anyway. And I know, right now, somewhere in this county, there are a few librarians, tucked under their sheets, dreaming of newer and better decimal classifications, pencil sharpeners, and those library carts full of books that someone just loved so much, and didn’t want to return. They can’t imagine a universe so unjust that it expects people to wake up in the middle of the night to do their jobs. How foreign it must be to them, how strange. If there were any hate in my heart, right now, it would be for librarians. Down to their very bones.
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