+not quiet, especially not this morning. we had several screaming children who had to be carried out by their parents
+a lot of bending over and crouching and kneeling to get at the bottom shelves
+incredibly loud book trolleys. like, seriously. they could not be any louder.
+the feel of newsprint on your fingers
+sneaking books back to the staff room to check out after my shift
+the clicking that the DVD magnet makes when it locks the cases
+muted rattling of the book basket wheels. now, why don't they make the giant carts like that?
+ice cold water from the fridge
+the children's DVD drawers that won't. stay. open.
+stacking books neatly and cleanly. straight. with no corners poking out in the middle. like, all 90 degree angles because it looks better that way.
+emptying the drop-off chutes again and again and again, because it means I can take a break from shelving
+singing the alphabet over and over in my head "does S come before or after T...Q-R-S-T, okay, before..."
+fixing books on the top shelf and almost having them all fall on my head
+laughing with co-workers
+forgetting the key to the outside chute and having to walk back to the front desk to retrieve it
+being stopped by people who ask "do you work here?" and being able to say "yes, what can I help you with?"
+begging my family to please put their books back on the shelves in alphabetical order so I don't have to come and do it later