It was August of 2005 when I walked into that library crammed with books, there wasn't a nook or cranny between them on the shelves. And, curiously waiting for the new librarian, were the clerk and the computer tech. He was a bright eyed and bushy tailed, whipper-snapper. (I say whipper-snapper because the scales have tipped and, as of late, I am always the eldest in any given group it seems.) He was young, with big brown eyes and enviable lashes. He wore a knowing smile together with his "uniform" khakis and a polo shirt. As I dragged in my boxes, plastic containers and even a desk into my new work space, he quickly informed me that he would only help or carry items because I was in my "honeymoon" period of the job. That's how it all began. It has been said that “friends are the family you choose for yourself.” But sometimes circumstances and situations make the choice for you, like in a work environment. One might find that in a day to day type o...