why is it that i never really know what i'm doing?

i went to school. got the 27k in debt to prove it. they taught me all kindsa nifty stuff.

and yet, what do i do when an 8 year old pees on the floor in a stream from the self checks to the kids computers? (and just how big is an 8 year old's bladder anyway?) what do i do when a man with garlic and steak breath professes his undying love to me. again. for the 3rd time today.

this is a chronicle of what i did, when the crazy happened. which, in a public library is much more often than you'd think. and which, they also don't teach you about in liberry skool.

oh, and there's also a book review or two.

Monday, September 20, 2010

the house on poo corner

they don't tell you a lot of things in liberry skool.


like, they don't tell you that people will cuss at you all the time and that you will have to know EVERYTHING and the computers will always break down and little kids will sneeze on you and smelly homeless people will stand WAY too close to you and LOTS of foreign guys who smell like garlic will try to pick up on you and won't take no for an answer.

and, they don't tell you that one day, you might be liberrien in charge and on that day some sicko might defacate all over the side of the men's room toilet, rip off the toilet seat and scratch grafitti all over it.

they don't tell you that the cleaning lady will have already gone home.

they don't tell you these things in liberry skool. they don't tell you cuz they know you'd prolly quit liberry skool and never ever ever go back and not give them any more of the 17 grand you were going to pay them. and then, there would be no liberriens at all.
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