Library Life
One of the down sides to working at the same library as your mother is that they always know where to find you. I wasn't scheduled for any hours today, but one of the other front-desk girls apparently had some issue with a patron and left. She's done this before, but usually, she just goes and rearranges books in the back room. So, after having gone to sleep at seven this morning, I got my butt dragged out of bed to finish her shift, noon to five p.m. It's great fun trying to make change in your head while operating on four hours' sleep.
And even without fun things like that, it's never dull at the front desk. We always get people asking where they should return books (perhaps, the large slot inside the door marked 'returns'?) Or people who want to check out a book, but they don't have their library card, or their ID, and wonder why we won't let them. Or, my personal favorite, the people who want to return a book, who walk past the return slot and through the alarm sensors, set off the alarm, then look completely confused, turn around and walk back through the alarm and set it off again. It's the book, people. The books set off the alarm.
This is why people confuse me.
Current Mood:
groggy
And even without fun things like that, it's never dull at the front desk. We always get people asking where they should return books (perhaps, the large slot inside the door marked 'returns'?) Or people who want to check out a book, but they don't have their library card, or their ID, and wonder why we won't let them. Or, my personal favorite, the people who want to return a book, who walk past the return slot and through the alarm sensors, set off the alarm, then look completely confused, turn around and walk back through the alarm and set it off again. It's the book, people. The books set off the alarm.
This is why people confuse me.
Current Mood:
groggy