The Slutty Librarian Gets The Job

It was the middle of the afternoon, most adults would be working or doing something useful with their lives.. But what was I doing?

Rotting away in bed while scrolling away on Tiktok. This was pitiful. This was pitiful and I was pitiful for doing it. C'mon Stewart. You did not go to college to spend your days like this.

With some effort, I threw my phone down on the bed and got up. No. Today wasn't going to be like any other day.

Today is the day I do crap with my life.

My name is Stewart, I'm a 20 year old college graduate currently living off my kinda rich parents money because I'm too damn lazy to get a job. Yeah. It sounds worse when I put it like that huh?

Anyway, point is, I'm this damn close to being a failure. Actually no, I'm already there.

So today is the day I pick myself up and walk straight out that door. I hurry to the bathroom to go freshen up and get dressed, making things as quick as possible.

Taking care to brush my light brown hair back to life and wash my face to look more refreshed. I adjusted my beige sweater vest and grabbed my phone to take a quick selfie on the way out.

Fresh air never tasted better, is what i would have said if i didn't live in a enclosed apartment.

Okay, now fresh air. I breathed in the fresh spring air, walking down the sidewalk with a little pep in my step.

This may have been my first attempt at getting a job since graduation but.. I already knew exactly where I was going.

The main library, my eyes wondering about the large library's beautiful design from the outside. I've only been inside once but it was so quiet and cozy-like, despite the large size.

Where else would I go? My degree was in Library science after all (Yes, that is a real degree.)

With my book bag strap held tightly in my petite hands, I entered the great front doors. Immediately welcomed by the wonderful smell of books, old and new.

I headed over to the front desk but no one was there, the library was obviously open already though. I mean, the doors were unlocked and people were quietly perusing the library as I speak.

Looking for a bell to ring seemed pointless. So I peered over the edge of the counter and was surprised to find the librarian asleep. Half under the desk, half under her chair. I audibly gasped.

Jumping back with some surprise. "Urmmm.. Excuse me miss? miss?" No response. At this, I got a little worried. What if she was dead? Oh gosh what if she actually was dead? What could I do? "Miss-" Suddenly, the lady responded.

"Huh? Oh. Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." She hastily got up, dusting off her hair and clothing. As if that could help, she looked like a train wreck. No.. she looked like a train ran her over, several times. On the daily. Like every single day.

"Hi." I spoke sort of quietly, talking in my head was much much easier. Now I felt a little awkward. Adjusting my brown glasses on my nose slightly. "I was here to ask if um.. any positions are available here? If so, can I have an application?"

The lady blinked at me, clearly looking dumbfounded. She broke her brief silence with a laugh. "No.. unfortunately, none are currently available but I'll tell you what.. Sign your number here and you'll notified when there are any here okay?"

What a major bummer.

I felt my shoulders sag noticeably so. Keeping a smile on my face was hard. "Right. Thanks I guess." I signed my number, not knowing just how much this would change things for me then passed the piece of paper back to the lady. "Thanks Miss...?"

"Abigail. Just Abigail. Have a nice day."

Without another awkward word, I went for the doors, leaving as quickly as possible. Unfortunately for me, this was the only library location in my city. Crazily enough. And what's worse, I actually really liked that one.

I sighed, taking my deflated-looking self back home while I still had some dignity in me.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and dropped onto my bed like a deadweight. So much for that.

Getting rejected like that totally took down my mood. I needed something to cheer me up. Or maybe someone. I lifted my phone and texted my favorite person; Josh. He always knew what to say.

Josh was my boyfriend. We'd only been dating for like half a year before work took him out of town. Long distance is alright but it's really not the same. I jerk off a whole lot more now just to compensate and I don't even LIKE masturbation.

Sighh. He must've been at work, cause he didn't respond. My life sucks.

Maybe I'm just complaining because I'm useless and can't even support myself. It's a miracle my parents love me this much. Otherwise, I'd be homeless and hungry right now.

I groaned openly into my pillow face first. Then since I literally had nothing better to do, I fell asleep.

The nap lasted quite a few hours before the sound of my phone ringing woke me up. I blinked sleepily as my eyes readjusted to wakefulness. ".. Who?"

The nearest clock read 11:11 PM. Who the heck is calling me this late? Oh right, Josh.

But when i looked at my phone it was definitely NOT Josh. An unknown number I never seen before.

A bit startled, I abruptly leaned up on my bed, legs swinging iver the side of the bed.

I slowly pressed the answer button. "... Hello?" My voice sounded frail and wiry, and like I'd been sleeping for the last nine hours.. I had been. Shamelessly.

"Hello, This is Charles, the manager from the main library downtown. I was made aware you left your number here for a job application. You got the job." Click.

What?

Just like that?

I didn't even tell them a thing about me. Nor is a number enough to get hired- right? I'm kinda clueless about the hiring process. Correct me if I'm wrong.

This feels like I should celebrate. I think

"Yes! Yes yes yes!!!" I shout at the top of lungs, standing up on my bed to jump around like a little kid. This was it! My big break! Things would change for me now.

I would no longer be some dramatic bratty spoiled bitch! I was a man now. A grown man who could take care of himself.

Who the fuck was I kidding? There's no way that phone call was real. But how else would someone get my number and know I left it there AND also know exactly where I wanted to work? Okay. When I put it like that it makes some sense.

Just why so suddenly? Why without a reason? They knew nothing about me, not even my name.

Something about this smelled.. Fishy.

My phone pinged. I looked down, still standing on my bed, I quickly plopped down and checked. Josh, for real this time. He was apologizing for texting me so late and saying 'gn'.

I didn't like the shortness of his text. Usually he'd say 'Goodnight babe'. Maybe I'm overthinking it... Maybe I'm not.

However, I just sent back a smiley face and said gn too. I didn't even share my good news with him. Is that wrong of me?

I sighed, got off my bed, headed to the kitchen and ate the saddest cup of hot cup ramen. My eyes glazed over as I thought about everything and nothing.

I was definitely overthinking. No. This was a time to be happy.

I focused on the prospect of work and what I'm guessing will be an interview. Tomorrow? I realized Charles didn't specify that either.

Regardless, I showed up there bright and early tomorrow morning. Unaware of just how quickly my life would flip.

I pushed through the grand library doors and wasn't surprised to see the librarian lady at the desk wasn't there so I came to the front counter and peered over the counter--Not there either. Strange.

"Are you here for the interview?" My felt my soul like leave my body, squealing as I jumped and turned around only to be met with a refined older gentleman less than two feet away from me. I was legitimately clutching my pearls right now.

I had a pearl string bead necklace, that is. "S-sorry. I didn't expect you to just.. appear- A-anyway. Yes. Are you Charles by any chance? I'm Stewart, the guy who left his number here."

Charles nodded, smiling warmly at me. I tried to do the same but I know I probably looked like a fool. "Yes, nice meeting you Stewart. Please follow me." He shook my hand then turned away.

So I did follow him. To a nice office in the very back of the large library. I felt a bottomless pit forming in my stomach. I hoped this was for real.

Don't get me wrong, I'd do anything to get the job but.. but Josh.

I wasn't single anymore and I have to act accordingly. Don't get me started on how hard it was to get him to forgive me the other two times.

If I do it a third, I'm out.

Gosh what was I thinking? Charles didn't look like that kind of guy. He's probably married with 4 kids at home. Yeah, no thanks.

Charles sat down in his office chair and held his hands together. "Do you have a resumé Stewart?" I blinked, rapidly, way too much.

"Um.. Well sir you see. That's what I wanted to tell you. I've never.. worked before. At least not in a job or anything. I've done some volunteer work. I was so surprised when you called me last night and said I got the job just from leaving my number. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattere-"

Charles held up his hand, face stern. He looked deep in thought.. Shit. I was running my mouth wasn't I? He thinks I'm an idiot. I know it.

"Look, Stewart. I'm going to be straight with you. The only reason I called your number is because the librarian that worked here was found sleeping on the job and we have short notice to get someone else working here."

"You were the only one immediately available to call since no one had applied in a while. Tell me, why do you want to work here exactly? What qualifies you? Surely you know this grand library prides itself on being ran by one librarian, which means a heavier workload."

I actually didn't know that. I've been here once. Besides yesterday and today. But he didn't have to know that. I cleared my throat.

"I always feel safe and comfortable here. This place is like a second home to me. Plus, I graduated with honors with a bachelor's degree in Library science."

Charles looked thoroughly impressed by the mention of my degree. Yes! This job was in the bag. "Impressive. Not many people take the care to study the science of libraries but it's more important than most think. That's all. Just sign these official applications and come back for work tomorrow morning at 6 o' clock sharp. I'll personally train you then supervise you for most of the day."

I was beaming on the inside, I could barely contain my joy. So I smiled and smiled and smiled. Even on the walk home I kept smiling. Too happy to sit still, I did a dance workout. Smiling the entire 30 minutes.

Life was good. But it could only get better from here. I hoped.