Oh great Seshat, Goddess of all Librarians large and small,
Grant me the gratitude for patrons who only have to be shown once,
and the discipline to keep from choking those who can't.
Grant me the rigidity to put up with all those damned screaming kids,
and still be able to smile at the ones who aren't.
Grant me the ability to plug my nose while still talking and beaming to the first patron,
and the tolerance I need to help the next one, while still continuing to not breathe.
Grant me the technological savvy to deal with it when every single electronic device in the building breaks down and no one from IT is answering the phone,
and the acknowledgment on the one or two days a week when every thing actually works.
Grant me the cognizance to pick porn from just smut,
and the hostility to kick that guy's ass out as per our new library policy.
Grant me the ability to ignore the sound of PC Res beeping when the patrons don't bother to read the screen and click on the "Next Available PC" button,
and the further ability to continually read the screen to patron after patron after patron for those who don't, what the hell are they doing on the Internet if they can't read????
Grant me the intelligence to know when to look it up on Google,
and the forethought to hide the computer screen from the patron.
Grant me the recollection of all of the Dewey Decimal Subject Headings,
and the ability to constantly take patrons to them on the shelf, day in and day out.
Grant me the tractability to put up with patrons who try to tell me how to do my job, even though they came to me for help in the first place,
and the introspection to recollect at the end of the day the ones who caused it to go well.
But, most of all, O Great Seshat, grant me the daily remembrance that I really do have the best effing job on earth....except for that guy who gets to name streets.
Grant me the gratitude for patrons who only have to be shown once,
and the discipline to keep from choking those who can't.
Grant me the rigidity to put up with all those damned screaming kids,
and still be able to smile at the ones who aren't.
Grant me the ability to plug my nose while still talking and beaming to the first patron,
and the tolerance I need to help the next one, while still continuing to not breathe.
Grant me the technological savvy to deal with it when every single electronic device in the building breaks down and no one from IT is answering the phone,
and the acknowledgment on the one or two days a week when every thing actually works.
Grant me the cognizance to pick porn from just smut,
and the hostility to kick that guy's ass out as per our new library policy.
Grant me the ability to ignore the sound of PC Res beeping when the patrons don't bother to read the screen and click on the "Next Available PC" button,
and the further ability to continually read the screen to patron after patron after patron for those who don't, what the hell are they doing on the Internet if they can't read????
Grant me the intelligence to know when to look it up on Google,
and the forethought to hide the computer screen from the patron.
Grant me the recollection of all of the Dewey Decimal Subject Headings,
and the ability to constantly take patrons to them on the shelf, day in and day out.
Grant me the tractability to put up with patrons who try to tell me how to do my job, even though they came to me for help in the first place,
and the introspection to recollect at the end of the day the ones who caused it to go well.
But, most of all, O Great Seshat, grant me the daily remembrance that I really do have the best effing job on earth....except for that guy who gets to name streets.
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