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.
