Sometimes that doesn't work out so well.
For instance, when I was in school getting my MLS, I was adamant that I was going to be a cataloging librarian at a public library. Then I moved to a new state, where none of the public libraries in the area do their cataloging in-house. So...whoops. That didn't work.
I adapted, though. I discovered I had a passion for early literacy and decided to change course and work toward being a children's librarian. Storytimes! Playing with tiny humans all day! Who could ever complain about that? I had a new plan. I was ready to go.
And now, somewhat unexpectedly, another wrench (albeit a welcome wrench) has been thrown into my altered plan. You see, I got a librarian job.
A teen librarian job.
I just wrapped up my first week, and the suspicion that our HR department is punking me and they're going to step in and tell me they were joking and I'm not the new teen librarian is gradually fading. I'm excited--like, ridiculously excited--to dive in and start working with our teen council to plan our post-summer reading programs. Everyone is friendly and nice and seems happy to have me on board. But at the same time, dude...working with teens is so much more intimidating than working with babies! They're actual people. I can't just make faces at them and trick them into liking me by teaching them goofy rhymes and singing the elevator song with them.
Shit just got so real.
At least my love of young adult lit is finally paying off! My husband can no longer mock me for constantly reading teen books.
