My supervisor at the library was Linda Clark. She was lots of fun. When I was accepted into the library school at the University of Texas, she was thrilled for me. She had gone there herself years earlier. I asked her if she knew the professor who had signed my acceptance letter, and her response was, "Is he still there?"
I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad one, but he was "still there."
Linda also clued me in to the fact that librarians don't really get a chance to read that much.
And she watched King of the Hill. My roommate, who worked in a different part of the library, and I always wanted to call Linda and leave a message on her office voice mail spoofing one of our favorite bits from the first season of that show. "You don't know who I am, but I know where you work." But we never did.