Well, there are many reasons I love my job, but I love when I have moments that remind me of why I get up every morning and come to work.
Today a mom stopped by my office and said her son had read the two Walter Sorrells novels I had given him and he was looking for more, but there weren't any more in that series. (He read Fake ID and Club Dread). I had just checked in another Walter Sorrells mystery and even though it wasn't part of the series, the mom was so excited and said her son would be thrilled to know he'd written other books. She then asked for interesting and non-boring classics that would be of interest to her son and I suggested White Fang and Call of the Wild-because I enjoyed those in school-hopefully he likes them. I then gave her my card and told her to e-mail me if she needed more suggestions. As she was leaving, I overheard her tell her friend "I'm so glad she was here! I was really hoping she'd be her to help me find some more books!" I felt pretty awesome after that.
So yep, little things like that make me love my job. :)