Weirdly, I'm dressed less like a librarian than usual - I'm wearing jeans and a blue v-neck t-shirt. But twice in the last half-hour, I've been stopped by people asking questions. One nice old guy wanted to know how to get to his granddaughter's FAA? FFA? thing. I have no idea where it is, but people in the archives kept giving me maps my first week, so I passed one along and helpfully oriented him. ("We're here, and we just passed this street, and so you need to go...").
So then I got into the archives and signed myself in, as I go, and was borrowing a pencil when a pair of undergrads started asking me questions: is this library closing? what are the hours? wouldn't it be great if this were open 24/7 for finals studying? does this room have, like, old books? All of those were questions I could answer (no; 9-6 M-TH, 9-5 F; yes!; yes). I started moving toward a table to start working, which is when they sussed out I don't actually work there. They apologized, I explained that I am a librarian, just not here, and I make a joke about looking like a librarian. So - hunh, I guess I do.
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