I love reference. I have fallen head over heels with the subject. Last semester I did an observation at a small local college for a project, and fell even more in love with the profession (Art? Science? I think good reference is both an art and a science).
A month ago, the director of this library emailed me and asked if I would like to take a temporary job working the reference desk, and then apply for the full time position. Abandoning the job security of my (non-library) student job, I jumped on the opportunity. I would be paid to do something I dearly loved.
I am being paid to do a job I love. I have been there for two and a half weeks, and I love my students. The library is small, but it does its best to serve the students, staff, professors, and guests. As I believe that the library should be for the users, (always, always, always. It is their library. I just work in it.) This thrills me.
I work with traditional, adult students, and underprepared students. They range from being adept at searching, to students who have never used a database or catalog. I delight in all of them! I find this to be a very satisfying job, and I know I belong working reference.
I am almost done with my cover letter and updated resume. I am gathering my references as I speak, and I think I have a fighting chance at the job.