I saw some students I know in the campus cafeteria the other day.
"There's my librarian!" one said.
"No, she's my librarian!" the other said.
"Girls, girls, I'm EVERYBODY'S librarian," I said. "I help everyone with their questions. I'm kind of an information slut."
This lead me to think, what if I were NOT in fact an information slut? What if I WEREN'T willing to give it up for just anyone? What might a shift on the reference desk be like then?
*sparkly music to indicate beginning of fantasy sequence*
PATRON: I'm looking for books about Rasputin.
ME: And I'm looking for an attractive single doctor. You know any?
PATRON: I want to find some articles about integrating children with developmental disabilities into a classroom.
ME: Well, I want a pony. I guess we can't always get what we want.
PATRON: I need some help finding this article.
ME: I need a drink.
PATRON: Where are the DVDs?
ME: Why don't you ask your mother?
*sparkly music to indicate ending of fantasy sequence*
Ms. Dewey's got nothing on me.