There was a large group of visitors in my library last week, for the first time in a long time. We were the "green room" for our career day presenters, tables laden with donuts, kolaches, breakfast tacos and bagels, with coffee, juice, and flavored water to wash it down. There was a pleasant buzz as a counselor mom, city firefighter, and district police officer sat down and introduced themselves. A dental tech and a prosthetics maker, both in scrubs, joined the group. Computer engineers and a fitness specialist and a host of folks on other career paths brought the count to almost thirty.
At the same time, I had a central office employee pop in to volunteer with our library inventory. We chatted during the quiet times as the crowd left for their presentation tables in the gym. We knew a lot of people in common, having worked in the district for decades.
I delivered book return carts, answered some emails, and played hostess until eleven am, when the career fair was over. Leftover food was carted off to the teachers' lounge, and the space was converted back to a library for the class due to arrive at twelve. Most of the afternoon was spent guiding kindergarteners in voting for their favorite Armadillo Readers' Choice book using our interactive flat panel.
Looking back on the day's events, I recall a conversation with a parent presenter. She said my love for my work was apparent in the way her daughter talked about her library visits. After nine years as a librarian on two campuses, I still feel like I get to work in the school Disneyland.