Dream Job

“When I was at work last year, having a roast dinner on the roof, a wasp came and nicked a bit of chicken off me plate and flew off with it. Wasps should not be eating roast chicken.” 

a piece from Karl Pilkington’s Diary (from his book Happyslapped by a Jellyfish)

On days like today, I dream of working in a gigantic library. Wearing a long skirt, a light-weighted scarf around my neck, and the ugliest geeky loafers you can imagine. It would be snowing outside and I'd amuse myself watching people enter the library apologetically- knowing that I know they're coming in not for the books but to keep warm.

I dream of knowing where each book belongs by heart and sticking my nose into them dusty pages.

I dream of trying my very best to introduce little children to books they'll remember for the rest of their lives.

At lunchtime, I would huddle inside a stuffy cafeteria with the rest of the librarians and eat a vegemite and butter sandwich with a hot cup of tea.

Oh, and I would have a cat with a handsome name living with me in my one-bedroom apartment.