This job of mine is doing such strange things to me. Last night my dreams were mostly concerned with shelving books. I suppose I should be grateful since most of the time my dreams are about time travel and other oddities. Maybe a little dream about work isn’t so terrible. Still, I think I prefer more exciting things to dream about than putting books in Dewey-Decimal order.

And then there was Saturday afternoon of last week. Saturday managed to give me a somewhat guilty conscience. While shelving in the 300’s, I frightened a gecko and caused its tail to drop off. I wish I could adequately describe how disturbing it is to see a gecko tail twitching on the carpet in the middle of a library, or well, anywhere actually. It’s just, lizards and other living critters have no business being in a place so mundane. After his tail fell off, he went and tried to be inconspicuous among the religious books. Maybe it was his attempt to find God. I’m still halfway trying to figure out how the little guy got up to the third floor … and then what he was doing in the shelves. I think he would have been much happier in one of the bathrooms or maybe in Technical Processing where its always nice and cool. I’m just glad the gecko experience didn’t happen among the witchcraft books, because that would have had me worried that our local jr. league of witches was up to something more upsetting than just rearranging the spell books on a daily basis.