more, moresly, monotonous.

to be a librarian is to have the most boring job in the world, i'd wager. no offense to librarians, of course. it's nothing personal.

to catalogue, shelf read, wrap, process, stamp, watermark, label, repair, shelf books... i'd count it the most boring job not because it's repetitive, which it is, and which many jobs also happen to be, but because it's repetition of the intellectual sort. even if you stand around handing out fliers about hairdressing and tuition, your mind doesn't need to be on the action of your facial muscles and hands. but fliers happen to be the most unnecessary means of paper wastage that i know of, so it's off to the library for me.

when i did community work at the library i couldn't bear to stay for more than two hours. average was one and half. why is it that your stereotypical librarian is portrayed as an intellectual with horn-rimmed glasses? by now i wouldn't wonder if the job's frozen their minds.

in fact it's almost like rs.

you do it for the sake of doing it, what's great is you actually get to do worthwhile things on the side. like blogging. to purely play would constitute torture. people take the monotony out of it, yet sometimes you'd almost prefer monotony to human company. it's the human company that ensures you aren't operating now like a machine. there's the intellectual shackles of it.

there was a forum topic i came across, it went something like this. rs: a game or a test of patience?

neither would be my answer. monotony mixed in with the stench (fine, aroma) of humanity can't be labelled a game. but who ever said monotony couldn't be fun?

because strangely enough, that's what it seems to be.