This made me smile and brought back fond memories. My first job at 15 was as a “page” at our local library. I’m not sure if that is a generally used library term or unique to my little hometown library in upstate NY, but I was so proud of that title and job. Basically, I shelved books and assisted in helping customers. I loved those ladies and loved that place. And yes, I dreamt about it often. Mostly about getting locked in after hours, which I considered a fun adventure.