the shadow knows

I finished my computer classes with flying colors and all kinds of accolades from the teacher. She had to shelve her usual textbook because it was an INTRODUCTION to Access, Excel and Word and my 2 classmates and I were beyond that point. She found a more advanced text for us to use, and introduced us to Power Point and HTML. I created my first Power Point production, for my Citizens in the Community merit badge at Scouts. I'm pretty proud of it although my brothers go on something awful about "death by Power Point", evidently a demise they much fear.
Now I'm in the middle of my job shadow assignment. My ego is crashing down around my ears. It is a consolation to me that the people I am working with will never forget me. Every time they open a file folder and find one or two sheets inside, upside down, they will think of me. Every time they use the paper shredder [which may never be the same] they will think of me. So many things will remind them of me.
Luckily they found a place for me, upstairs in the library stacks. I spend my days looking for damaged bar codes on the books. Sometimes they are just worn out, sometimes paranoid patrons remove them…to keep the library police from spying on them through tiny microchip cameras hidden in the bar codes, evidently.
So, ask me, what do I want to be when I grow up? An office worker? Well, let’s just say…The Shadow Knows….
NOT!