Yeah, it turns out that I'm a freak

So I've been at my part-time temporary job for one week and it's a lot of fun. I'm in a lovely library, working with cool, funny people, doing fun things with mostly-precious children. So far my tasks consist of:

cutting out pictures of yellow suns
setting out craft supplies
twirling scarfs
singing and clapping
playing with puppets

So yeah. Neener, everyone else.

Except here's the thing. While my primary emotion is gratitude that someone is actually paying me to do these things, there is the other part of me that feels perhaps a tiny bit . . . underutilized. I realize that these tasks are what they need someone to do for them, and I'm glad I get to be the someone. I'm certainly not going to point out that this is the kind of stuff I would've given a volunteer to do, just before I made them wash my car for me. Plus I know I'm going to be trained on more librarian-type tasks soon. I hope.

It just feels so odd now to be in a library and not to be in charge, not to be the boss of something or somebody. There are moments where I swear if someone doesn't give me a peon or at least a flunky I may just lose all my skills. Also I will shrivel up and die.

So it looks like until I get myself back into a management position I'll need to get a houseboy or something to boss. Otherwise I'll end up using GH for my ordering-around needs and there's probably only so much of that he'll voluntarily take.

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