You're a bookworm. You're working your way through the Great Books series and you're only on Volume II. Only 58 more to go. "Maybe I should become a librarian," you say to yourself, as you thumb through another Francis Bacon treatise. Next stop: Encyclopedia Brittanica.
You're in your sixth month of library grad school, and your advisor is already on your hit list. Do a project on English as a Second Language, your advisor growls. You will be working with deaf children who've just had cochlear implants. Huh? What? "But," you say, "I don't know how to sign" "Details," sniffs your advisor. Arrggggh!
You've led a storytelling group for adorable youngsters for the last three years at your elementary school library. You've gotten an award from the local school board for your stellar work. That same school board? It just eliminated a budget item—and your job.
You're chief librarian at the biggest medical center in the state. Your research helped the surgical team achieve a medical breakthrough. The doctors go on to more fame and glory and money. You? You may make one-tenth of what they make, but you are a thousand times happier. Yes, yes, you really are. Really.
You've worked your way up to the top of your profession. Library of Congress. Hot dog! You are the top dog. You've cleaned house. Beefed up the collection. Now, you can go back to reading through those Great Books—only 58 more volumes to go.