Work has been pretty stressful lately. Not the librarian stuff really - that I like - but the other part.
Student. Behaviour. Management. *shudders*
If the idea of making hundreds of teenagers be quiet for the entire time that they're in your vicinity sounds awful, it's actually worse. It's confrontation and argument all day, every day. And it gets wearing. Very wearing.
In a way, it makes it worse that the librarian part of my job - by which I mean the books, the research, the displays etc - is enjoyable, because if I only disliked it, I could quit and find something else. But there's variety and I get to use my brain for a good proportion of the day - and I'm pretty sure this is the first job I've ever had where this applies. I don't want to quit that part of my job - but with each day that goes by, I really want to quit the other half.
Of course then comes the question of what I'd want to do instead, and beyond library-work-where-all-the-patrons-behave-themselves-in-a-reasonable-manner *, the only other thing I can imagine right now is writing.
It's my tiny bright spot throughout the bulk of the day (when the clock reminds me that it is in fact not time to go home), where I get to go on my tea break or lunch break and write. I can sink into another world and let the other one fall away, if only for a few minutes. There's a kind of peace which comes with writing, when my brain just focuses on one thing and all the other noise fades into the background.
I wanted to try to update my blog more regularly this year, especially as I failed so miserably during various times in 2013. I couldn't think of much by way of sunshine and daisies this week, so I apologise for all the gloom you've just read (if indeed you managed to stick with me 'til the end). I'll try to be better next week, pinky promise.
* I here feel obliged to make the point that not all of my current patrons make me want to tear my hair out. There are many polite, well-behaved students - I just don't get the chance to notice them.