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.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

who puts fudge in the fridge???

liberrians.  that's who.  why would a liberrian put fudge in the fridge?  i have no earthly idea, but have decided to take a little baggie of fudge and save it from iciness in my desk drawer.  how sad is that?  now i have fudge in my drawer.

another thing that baffles me?  why someone will pay 5 bucks for a discarded liberry book that they wouldn't check out.  seriously.  that thing sat on the shelf for more than a year.  i had to blow the cloud of dust off of it before i discarded it.  then, it goes out to the friend's shelf, with dust still on it, mind you, and someone pays 5 bucks for it.

why not check it out for FREE???  how bizarre.

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