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.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

:) happy dayz

little girl, maybe 9 comes up to the reference desk. she's shy and doesn't want to talk. the mom pushes her forward and tells her to ask for the book she wants. she tells the liberrien all earnestness:

"my favorite poet in the whoooooole wiiiiiiiiide world is jack frost. do you got any books by him?"

why yes, yes we do
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