Daddy Librarian

Baby J loves books. She loves to look at them, chew on them, pull them off the shelves and make great, big piles of them. I'm very hapy about all of this of course but it is unsightly to have great, big piles scattered around the house. That's why I have become a bit of a librian.

It's my job to reshelve, reorganize, and restack books once Baby J has waddled off. I don't deal with anything close to the scale and scope that librarians typically face, but I can appreciate the difficulties associated with their jobs. Primarily, I understand that being a librarian is a battle against entropy.

All things spiral towards disorganization. It's the way of nature. Librarians (and their Daddy Librarian bretheren) are in constant struggle to preserve order against the unrelenting forces of disarray. It's neverending. Their job is never done. Legions of librarians daily enter the fray, fighting with all their might only to wake up and do it again the next day.

Just remember that next time some huffy librarian gets in your face because you're using the wrong computer terminal to surf the web or has a fit becuase you stuck a book in the A/V bookdrop. Why do you think there are two book drops anyway, hmm? Don't you get it?! One's for audio/visual materials and the other is for books! What's wrong with you?!?!

Sorry.

I didn't mean to yell at you.

It's not your fault.

You see, once you join the fight against entropy, it really gets to you.