A long time ago (but not in a galaxy far away), my nametag ripped at the top. I took it to my supervisor at the time, who just happens to be my favorite supervisor / library employee ever. Seriously, she is an amazing lady. I miss working with her since she got moved to another library within the county. Anyway, she said she would send it away to get fixed, which struck me as very funny because it's just a plastic nametag. All it said was "Agatha" and underneath that: "Shelver." No one seemed to notice it anyway because I always get people asking me "do you work here?" No. No, I'm just walking around with my library nametag and this giant stack of books for fun. I'm sitting down here straightening out these books on the bottom shelf, among the dust bunnies and dead beetles, because I'm a crazy person who hangs out on the floor. So I said something like "Oh well, who cares if I don't have a nametag? No one reads it anyway." And she said to me, "It's really important. Without your nametag, you just become an anonymous shelver girl. No one writes songs about anonymous shelver girls."
Touche. She had a point. However, no one wrote songs about me after I got it fixed, either. So either I'm just not interesting enough to have songs written about me, or I need to figure out another system of measuring my worth.
