You might not pick a library as a place filled with giggles but you’d be wrong. Any job where you deal with the public, or The Great Unwashed as Linda calls them, requires a healthy sense of humour in order to retain any semblance of sanity. We get our laughs where we can. I’m the first the grumble about my colleagues but they can quip with the best of them.

Boss Lady and I, however, restrained all jokes and smirks when Linda arrived into work this week sporting a brand new pair of reading glasses. I had to resort to messing with the printer’s default font size to get the woman to a clearly needed eye test last month. It was a huge relief to see she had accepted her new fate as a spectacle-wearing librarian. It’s practically part of the dress code according the movies, although I...

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