so, i know it is only day 3 of this week, but it feels like day elevendy.
she looked at me, all serious, bug eyed and goes: what are you doing out here?
i guess she couldn't figure out why i would need to be outside of the story room
a co-worker came in and wanted to know if we should call hazmat over a bunch of glass in the parkinglot. we looked, it was a beer bottle. most of which was still stuck to the lable. we got a broom and dustpan an a librarian and dealt with it. no one died. master's degree to the rescue.
one of my 4 year old storytime kids came in while i was at the reference desk. i see her and go: why hello ashley! i hope you are having a terrific day! are you checking out some great books?
she looked at me, all serious, bug eyed and goes: what are you doing out here?
i guess she couldn't figure out why i would need to be outside of the story room
space issues dude who also thinks i'm racist (we're the same race) and sexist has come back. he studiously avoids me but seems to feel like he owns the entire liberry again. i think it is REALLY funny that he minds so much when other people get within 3 feet of him but when he's yelling at them about it, he's right in their face. sheesh, people. i've noticed that he's stopped showering, i'm wondering if its a defense mechanism to keep people out of his abnormally large personal space bubble. if it is, it is REALLY working.
a co-worker came in and wanted to know if we should call hazmat over a bunch of glass in the parkinglot. we looked, it was a beer bottle. most of which was still stuck to the lable. we got a broom and dustpan an a librarian and dealt with it. no one died. master's degree to the rescue.
now, if i can just keep enougn of the juices flowing at the end my 16 hour day to say hello to ashley in the right place tonight during storytime
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