Tuesday, 3rd June, 2014.
Re-entering the Real World.
I know I’ve only been here for a couple of days, but I’ve already adjusted to life at the library. Life here in the Gladstone’s bubble (hereon referred to as the ‘Gladbubble’) calms the thoughts and the mind. Life is slower here; quieter; tranquil. Tuesdays are my day off, so despite only starting yesterday I had a day to myself. In this place, I don’t even want to have a lie in. I spent the first half of the morning catching up on paperwork. It’s a new, rather strange feeling seeing your work colleagues (the ones who arrive at nine and leave at five) essentially walking around your home on your day off. It’s like your boss walking into your living room on a Saturday morning. I spent the rest of the day with my nose in a book. It’s quite hard going; it’s a book of essays entitledSikhism and History. I think it’s time to learn more about my heritage. The editor rightly talks in his introduction about how you cannot profess to know a culture or its people without historicism.
I’ve forgotten to mention up until now, I have a spot in the History Reading Room who might be a contender for my favourite chair in the library. It’s surrounded on three sides by books. I’m sure I will find more spaces to show you.
After a day shuffling around the library in my slippers, I got ready for my big date. The Director of Collections at the library was somewhat disappointed when she realised that my ‘big date’ was with someone with whom I had been in a relationship with for nearly seven years.
It was strange seeing his little old faded-red car pootling into the car park, reminding me that there is no real bubble preventing the noise and madness of the outside world charging in.
Our date was lovely as usual. We mimicked our first date; Frankie and Benny’s and then the flicks (albeit the F&B on our first date was smaller and stickier, and we saw Edge of Tomorrow instead of the very romantic Run Fatboy Run as we did on our first date).
Returning to the library was even more strange than leaving it. I was used to going on dates, but I’d always return to the house in Sutton. I’d almost forgotten where I was.I returned home just in time to help one of the other interns lock up – I’m getting as much experience as I can before I go it alone on Thursday night! I was right, though – the creepiness is already fading, and there’s something exciting and magical about the library when everyone has gone home. Sloping around in my slippers, slowly shutting the library down and turning off the lights might soon be my favourite part of this job.
Okay, so it is still a bit creepy.