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The Journal of a Mad Adolsent Library Page |
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Part 1
Alright, I have been pissed off enough by the peons who think librarians are there to serve the public. I may work for the government and my job may be to aid those who walk into the library who ask for my help, but under no circumstances am I there to be your stress reliever and just because I won't hit you in the library doesn't mean I wont hunt you down in that ******** parking lot and beat you over the head with a thesaurus!
If you don't understand what a page is; A Library Page is the librarian's b***h. My job is to put every single book in the library in the proper place, organize the shelves and look for things the librarian's don't want to find. Also that means I do all of the heavy lifting and only work part time for crappy pay. Don't get me wrong, its a team effort but it seems the team has unanimously decided that pages don't get breaks and work for four hours straight. I have yet to go sit down on my shift and I've been working there since November, roughly 3 days a week. Actually that's the only thing I actually enjoy about the job, I only work 3 days a week and can pick up a crap load of over time.
Every shift I come to the library to work, I always see one or two people who find that I've been put on this earth to torment them every time they decide to come to the library. Wait, I'm being to self centered, they think every person in the library is out to get them that day. So, they walk in with their little child who has just come from the "Little Over Achievers Club" or as I like to call it the "Help my Parents are Forcing Me to Live Their Dream Society". Anyhoo, I digress, so the parent comes in to find a specific book for their child for whatever the hell they want. So their first mistake is going into the library and feeling that they know where everything is. So they go into the adult section or some section where their desired book is not located. So then after failing to apparently Will the book in front of them they come looking for me. And with a little smile on my face of warmth and happiness to be helping someone (you know, the fake smile that everyone gives you when you enter a store). So they lean up against the book case and clear their throat to get my attention. Here's an actual conversation I had with someone:
Me: Yes, can I help you with anything ma'am?
Woman: You can. It seems you have failed to properly put the books away as they are supposed to be and so now I've wasted 10 minutes of my time looking for a misplaced book.
Me: Oh, I'm sorry for your inconvenience, which book were you looking for? And which way were the books supposed to be put away? I'll talk to my supervisor and get that matter sorted out.
Woman: The books should be filed by age, first junior then Young adult then adult, It just makes more sense. Honestly, who comes up with these things.
Me: Well, what happens is that our young adult is the smallest section to we've put it in a place that appropriately fits it without wasting space. (We have a small library and a lot of books) Then adult and junior are our largest sections so they have the rest of the library. And if you don't mind me suggesting, if you have an idea of which book you wish to borrow, our information desk can give you a quick pull list of al potential books that fill out the description of your desired book.
Woman: That's just stupid. *she looks at me like it was my fault* I'm talking to your supervisor, you obviously don't know what youre doing.
Me: Would you like me to get her ma'am?'
Woman: Are you being a smart a**?
Me: No ma'am, I'm just trying to assist you the best I can so I can get back to doing what I was doing and you can walk away happy with what you need.
Woman: Whatever, I'll be reporting you to your manager.
Me: Alright, if that’s what you wish to do... *I'm about ready to pull her hair out*
Woman: Oh, and the book I want is right here. *she pulls out a random book from the alphabetized section of books then looks at it and sticks it in another section.* Never mind, my mistake.
Me: I would have taken it back from you so it would be put back in the right place.
Woman: You're saying I put the book in the wrong place?
Me: Yes.
The woman walks off, grabbing a mortified little boy from the picture book section.
So, people, I'm not your enemy, but don't be a ******** p***k or else I will get you.
=p
And if you don't know what you're looking for, get someone who does so you don't embarrass yourself when you try and give someone s**t.
This is Damien Signing Out.
ninja
 [.Hakkan.] · Wed Feb 21, 2007 @ 12:08am · 0 Comments |
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