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.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

shit streaks

so, the last few weeks, our cleaning ladies have been cleaning shit streaks from the chairs in the adult areas.  1-2 chairs per day.  different chairs every time.  they didn't mention this until yesterday. 

i have no idea why.  i mean, if there was shit on something i was cleaning, i'd be bitching about it to the entire world, right?  you would hear me complaining in antarctica.  and australia.  and maybe even on the moon. 

but no, they just clean it up and don't say anything.  they're so sweet.

anywho, there i was, this morning, inspecting chairs for shit streaks before we opened. 

and this is what i went to liberry skool for?

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