Saturday, April 12, 2008
9 To 5 At La Biblioteca
Actually, I never work 9 to 5. Does anybody?
I've often thought about writing a Day In the Life of Library Girl post, but inevitably, there are stretches of my day were I do... nothing. That's hard to write about. So instead I will share with you some of today's highlights:
I started my day by eating cake for breakfast and then almost falling back asleep on the sofa with Mabel.
My cell phone started ringing when I neared the library. I think everyone knows that on Saturday mornings I'm either at work or asleep, so this was a little odd. It was my friend The American Mutt*. It seems he had been behind me somewhere in traffic and he thought it odd I chose to turn off at the light, and not further down. Mostly I think he wanted to say hello.
I arrived at work only average late, not really late.
After getting my computer going, I set myself up with my favorite staff mug with coffee and hot chocolate. Unfortunately, I couldn't take it to my desk.
I put away new books, put out the newspapers and cleaned up another poetry book for the display.
While I was cleaning up the poetry book, one of the shelvers hid the mug of coffee one of the clerks had been drinking. Great. That was sure-fire sign that my coffee was going to disappear too.
I went back to my desk and started in on the magazines that the magazine shelver had left on my desk yesterday to be withdrawn from the system. I sat there zealously ripping the back covers off of them (barcodes to be sent downtown) when I decided to flip over a copy of Organic Gardening and consider saving it for a friend. What I saw was shocking. It was the new issue. I started checking the other magazines. I had ripped the back covers off of almost all of the new magazines that came in yesterday while I was off. The magazine shelver had stacked the ones to be withdrawn right on top of the ones that were new.
I went looking for the shelver to kill him. He thought I wanted to kill him because he had indeed hidden my mug of coffee and hot chocolate. No, I wanted to kill him because I was going to have to tape all those back covers back on. I'd have made him do it, but I was more comfortable with doing the work myself. Honestly, it was kind of funny. I had some trouble keeping a straight face while I explained that he is never again to stack withdrawal magazines on top of new magazines. Also, I could tell by his shock that my anger was unrelated to the coffee hide-n-seek that it had been an honest mistake.
I ate leftover pizza and started reading a new book on my 20-minute lunch.
I asked two of the shelvers what it meant that everyone unknowingly uses an algorithm to give change using the smallest number of coins possible, but I sometimes give weird change on purpose, especially back when I worked in an ice cream shop and ran a register all the time. The best answer one of the boys gave is that I must not like monotony. He said it's like starting at the end of your shelving section instead of the beginning.
My Monday night Bible Man kid showed up and I didn't realize who he was until he asked for Bible Man videos because it wasn't Monday night.
My art history teacher from college stopped in with a stumping reference question. She's trying to find a place to rent one of those lights that's kind of like the bat signal, only not.
There were people selecting movies up to closing time... not all that odd for a Saturday.
After work I bought potting soil and re-potted a plant before I even went inside to feed Mabel.
Now, right now, I'm awaiting the arrival of velocibadgergirl to watch some Sex & the City and eat leftover cake from the other night when basscomm came over.
*The American Mutt does in fact have a blog, but as he's never posted even one tiny useless crappy post, there's not sense in linking to it.
Labels: on the job
PS: OMG the word verficiation thing is being particularly evil to me today...