A sad state

[acforvendetta]

The curse words scrawled on the bathroom walls and the desk tops and inside the envelopes labeled "reference desk" don't faze me.  The used condoms hidden behind the "romance novels" are disgusting but unremarkable.  The flying chairs, the yelling, and the cursing can be brushed off - well, most of the time.  Then the other day I noticed that our little legless, armless, bunged-up snowman was "missing."  Some bastard nicked it right out of its "no-horse" sleigh.  I have no doubt that the snowman is in the trash somewhere or a gutter.  The counter is too high for a child to reach so it must have been a teen or an "adult."  What a small and petty thing to do.  Working in this job has done nothing to improve my opinion of "the public."

I created a "missing" flyer asking for information concerning the whereabouts of "Uncle Titus."  His loss is a heavy one.