Work rocks, I know

You know your work is exciting when you get to see someone being led out in handcuffs. I love my job. It's never boring. Ever. Like, it'll be slow one second and then the next you'll be surrounded by crazies asking if you keep track of what books they check out, or a patron pukes in the back stairwell then barricades themself inside the men's restroom, or another patron walks up and says "someone tried to flush a copy of the economist down the toilet" (then yourself and your supervisor laugh hysterically at the irony), or you get hit on repeatedly by the little shelver boy. There's never a dull moment.