Thursday, June 21, 2007
 

Work Snippets

A few announcements to library patrons nationwide:

-Deodorant is good. Give it a try.

-Speaking in a voice that does not involve a mouthful of gum, avoiding generalized mumbling, not carrying on a conversation while expecting the employee to grasp your needs psychically, and not letting your kids scream and yell at the circulation desk will all, believe it or not, cause you to get better service. And not incur the everlasting hatred of said employees because, oh yeah, we can harbor a good grudge.

-Turn off your cell phone. I've already had to break up one cell-phone related attack this week. This is not part of my job description. If you'd like to cram it up your butt, please feel more than welcome. [note: this particular blogger is a cellphonephobic who is currently angry because her provider has sent her a letter telling her that they will no longer provide service for her analog phone-- heck, the thing's only about 8 or 10 years old! What's the problem with that??? Digital, schimigital]

-Do not return books with unidentifiable goo on them. This is sticky and gross and nasty and requires Lysol spray that I bought with MY money AND the system tells us who turned the book in, so we ALL know who put the nasty books in the outside bookdrop, so there. pffffft

(a pause)

It may be nighttime medication time now. And bed. It's kids' summer reading program time at the library, and we're overworked, understaffed, don't have enough staff terminals, and really need a slightly larger facilty (and this one was only remodled-- vastly-- in 1998, so that's not going to happen for another 50 years). I'm tired and cranky, so what else is new? And depressed, and my psychiatrist left the practice and I got shoveled off to some new guy who looks like a frat boy, who, surprise surprise, threw me right back into therapy, which I'd kinda let slip on purpose, and so forth and so on. Let's see how long it is before we have another drug change. He named a whole long list of possibilites, and I'd been on every one of them, which was, yes, yet more depressing. I resisted drug therapy for so long-- and now it turns out that drugs don't help me as much as they should.

And Fate laughs loudly.

Reading: The Lady in Blue, by Javier Sierra
Listening: Lily Allen
Current Obsession: Daydreaming about never having to punch a timecard again
Alice is: Hopped up on catnip, the little druggie

Labels: books, cellphones, drugs, library, Luddite, nastiness

Elvisette philosophized at 10:08 PM