The Golden Girls and Me

I love my job. I know saying it seems as if I have to convince myself, but I do in fact love working at a library. The only thing that at times bothers me is the fact I feel as if I'm lost in a Golden Girls episode in which they visit the library. I work with three great ladies but there are days I feel the generation gap between us. One of my co-workers couldn't help shelve material while we were short a page (the person that normally shelves) because her arthritis acts up the day after. Another one went on a cruise with her whole family and before she left she was tanning so she could look good in her swimsuit and all I can say is ewww (shiver runs down my spine imagining Blanch in a two piece). The last Golden Girl just spent the weekend helping her other sisters decorate a Christmas door wreath for charity (which is awesome) and forced me to look at twenty different pictures of the stupid thing (which is not awesome).

I can not wait until some young blood enters the retirement home and helps me feel like a younger and creepier Ralph Furley.