Bookdrop = Evil
Why I hate having afternoon bookdrop, when I have to go get it myself:
1. Last Thursday (not the one that just passed, but the week before), I get drenched when I bring the cart from inside the drive-up bookdrop back out to it - I had brought it inside because it was raining, but by the time I was finished completely with bookdrop it was ark time (usually, we bring it back out right after emptying it, so we can open back up the bookdrop, as we have to tie the drop slot shut if the cart's not inside). My pants, socks, and shoes were so soaked, I had to go out to the public ladies' room, tie my cardigan around my waist as a miniskirt, and attempt to dry my pants off somewhat with the air dryers (we have towels in the staff bathrooms).
2. Last Friday (the day after), I get rained on again, but not as badly.
3. This past Tuesday, I tripped off the low ramp that goes to the bookdrop door, and managed to twist my right foot. I'm half tempted to take pics of the bruises - they're PRETTY! All blue and black and purple, on the top, both sides (the one by the right side of my heel is AWESOME), and, the best one, the one on my middle toe that looks like a toe ring. Of course, this makes working so much fun, even if I'm sitting down while on the desk because I can't stand for long (my rationale for putting an out-of-order sign today where we normally have the checkout line, so it instead would go to Registration, where I was and since we only had two people on the desk and the other had to be at Discharge - I was out-of-order (g)). Even more fun was wedging my then swollen foot into a flat so I could go to our late executive director's funeral on Thursday - by the end of it, I was in agony, and pretty much crashed for a day and a half afterwards. I should have worn sneakers instead, but, no, I decided to be proper, even though everyone saw me gimping around anyway and would have understood.
Needless to say, the fact that I have afternoon bookdrop without a page to bring it in on this Tuesday is not a pleasant thought. Although, if I'm still gimping the way I am now, I might have to have someone bring it in for me. We'll see. Of course, when I borked my foot (and why did it have to be my good foot? Why couldn't it be the one with the ankle I've sprained in my sleep???), I had to fill out an incident report. It did ask how this could be prevented in the future. Even though Cindi suggested it, I did decide it would be more prudent not to put to take me off doing bookdrop in the future. (g)
1. Last Thursday (not the one that just passed, but the week before), I get drenched when I bring the cart from inside the drive-up bookdrop back out to it - I had brought it inside because it was raining, but by the time I was finished completely with bookdrop it was ark time (usually, we bring it back out right after emptying it, so we can open back up the bookdrop, as we have to tie the drop slot shut if the cart's not inside). My pants, socks, and shoes were so soaked, I had to go out to the public ladies' room, tie my cardigan around my waist as a miniskirt, and attempt to dry my pants off somewhat with the air dryers (we have towels in the staff bathrooms).
2. Last Friday (the day after), I get rained on again, but not as badly.
3. This past Tuesday, I tripped off the low ramp that goes to the bookdrop door, and managed to twist my right foot. I'm half tempted to take pics of the bruises - they're PRETTY! All blue and black and purple, on the top, both sides (the one by the right side of my heel is AWESOME), and, the best one, the one on my middle toe that looks like a toe ring. Of course, this makes working so much fun, even if I'm sitting down while on the desk because I can't stand for long (my rationale for putting an out-of-order sign today where we normally have the checkout line, so it instead would go to Registration, where I was and since we only had two people on the desk and the other had to be at Discharge - I was out-of-order (g)). Even more fun was wedging my then swollen foot into a flat so I could go to our late executive director's funeral on Thursday - by the end of it, I was in agony, and pretty much crashed for a day and a half afterwards. I should have worn sneakers instead, but, no, I decided to be proper, even though everyone saw me gimping around anyway and would have understood.
Needless to say, the fact that I have afternoon bookdrop without a page to bring it in on this Tuesday is not a pleasant thought. Although, if I'm still gimping the way I am now, I might have to have someone bring it in for me. We'll see. Of course, when I borked my foot (and why did it have to be my good foot? Why couldn't it be the one with the ankle I've sprained in my sleep???), I had to fill out an incident report. It did ask how this could be prevented in the future. Even though Cindi suggested it, I did decide it would be more prudent not to put to take me off doing bookdrop in the future. (g)