Sundays In November...

I was originally supposed to be off today and I ended up covering for one of the other librarians, so I spent my Sunday trapped in the library with "Julia" and some bitchy/crazy patrons.

Patron #1: Bitched me out because the copy machine ate her dollar -- I didn't turn the copy machine on so this was her own fault, sound familiar? It's the story of my life. I gave her a dollar to shut her up and sent her downstairs to annoy the Adult Services Librarians and use their copy machines.

Why do I end up dealing with so much copy machine drama?!

Patron #2: Asked me where she and her son could find books that won a Newbery award. I explained to her that they were mixed in with the other juvenile books, but they would have an award sticker on them stating that it had won the Newbery. She said okay and walked away, only to come back when "Julia" was sitting at the desk to ask her the same question like I lied to her. "Julia" gave her the same freaking answer and from her it was okay.

Again, just because I have pink hair doesn't mean I don't know what I am doing.

Patron#3: Crazy old lady who wanted to buy our stuff turkey off of us. We tried to explain to her she could order one off the internet, but she wanted ours and she was willing to pay. We tried to explain to her that there was no way the Department Head would sell the turkey and she just started spatting out crap about whatever. It was weird. I let her take this stuffed chicken that someone left a few months ago that was just hanging out in the lost and found bin.

Aside from these three I was called flamingo head by a teenage boy and got bitch face from a teenage girl because I said she was a fire hazzard. Lovely Sunday.

Copy Machine Bitch...

Yesterday while I was waiting for Lenora to come punch out for lunch a little old lady glares at me from the copy machine and says in the nastiest tone that she needs help with the copy machine. I wanted to say to her "Lady I'm a month away from getting my MLS. I am not here to help you with the copy machine." Ugh.

Out Of Order...

I was unfairly yelled at by a crotchety old bastard because the copy machine "stole" his money.

1. I didn't even turn the copy machine on in the morning because it is temperamental and doesn't work 99.9% of the time -- Which means the old man turned the machine on.
   
2. I don't own the copy machine... The library doesn't even own the copy machine, so there isn't really much we can do for you -- He was lucky there was .50¢ in the adult reference desk for him to have or he would have had to suck it.
   
3. Why was in necessary to yell at me? I was just the person who walked up to the desk at that particular moment.
   
4. There is no need for an "Out of Order" sign on the machine because we hardly ever turn it on. When people ask us if they can make copies on the machine we tell them to go downstairs because the machine is possessed by the devil.

Ugh! I was so angry because of this dude for the longest time and then my department head pisses me off fifteen minutes later. On top of that it is officially finals season, so the kids aren't in school all day long any more. I wanted to scream, it was a bad day.

Well, at least it was a bad work day. After work I went to Erin's house to pick her up to go shopping for a "Dean Box" because it was officially the end of her three year relationship with her boyfriend. After finding the prefect "Dean Box" we went to have dinner with Phil and Rob at a Japaneses restaurant, then we hung out for a bit after and filled up the "Dean Box."