Atleast a different mood for once... but hey.
So, one thing I did not sign up for when I began working here was the kids. I mean, seriously, are there anything more disgusting than toddlers that run around screaming, crying, yelling, basically just disorganizing the books?
Seriously, really seriously, I can think of quite a few things more disgusting and/or irritating but.. that's just me.
Which, brings up some quite disturbing memories. I found myself to be on the recieving end of a, admittedly lukewarm, charmassault by this very good looking female creature a month or so ago. A refreshing interlude from my ordinary clubexperiences I must say. She informed me that she was switching club and told me to keep an eye out for her if I decided to go there myself. "Right on" I figured and was making myself ready to leave, after one or two moralboosting beers of course, when an aquintance informed me about said woman's two year old. Damnation. So much for that.
Ok, that doesn't exactly put me in a good light. But I don't even want to think about the horror I would feel from waking up someplace unfamiliar with a bloody kid screaming outside the door, wanting his or her mommy. A mommy who still has stains in her face and hair. *coughs* Not that it would've gone that way but still.
I was going somewhere with this I think.
Ah yes, the disgusting children. Being handed a book covered in babydrool is something I can quite live without. A nice experience, no doubt, probably some people would find it funny, refreshing, maybe even, and I stress the meaning of the word here, "cute". Me? I wash my hands and go and sit in the garage for a few minutes, angrily nursing a cigarette while at the same time promising myself to quite sometime in the near future. Again.
I don't like kids. I can like them on a distance, as in, I can find other people's kids "cute and adorable" as long as I don't have to deal with them myself. They are an necessary evil, granted, survival of the species and all that junk. Personally I don't have any interest in kids before they A: have tits or B: are old enough to have a sister with tits. I guess I'm just what they call a "tits & ass"-man. Shallow? Yes.
And I still have two hours before I'm out of here. Jolly good. Atleast during this time of the day there's noone in the library except for the underage girls chatting it on with their 30+ year old cybahlovahs.
Oh for the love of... I really mustn't read what I've written. This is bad. Offensive. I like.
Time to look busy.
Seriously, really seriously, I can think of quite a few things more disgusting and/or irritating but.. that's just me.
Which, brings up some quite disturbing memories. I found myself to be on the recieving end of a, admittedly lukewarm, charmassault by this very good looking female creature a month or so ago. A refreshing interlude from my ordinary clubexperiences I must say. She informed me that she was switching club and told me to keep an eye out for her if I decided to go there myself. "Right on" I figured and was making myself ready to leave, after one or two moralboosting beers of course, when an aquintance informed me about said woman's two year old. Damnation. So much for that.
Ok, that doesn't exactly put me in a good light. But I don't even want to think about the horror I would feel from waking up someplace unfamiliar with a bloody kid screaming outside the door, wanting his or her mommy. A mommy who still has stains in her face and hair. *coughs* Not that it would've gone that way but still.
I was going somewhere with this I think.
Ah yes, the disgusting children. Being handed a book covered in babydrool is something I can quite live without. A nice experience, no doubt, probably some people would find it funny, refreshing, maybe even, and I stress the meaning of the word here, "cute". Me? I wash my hands and go and sit in the garage for a few minutes, angrily nursing a cigarette while at the same time promising myself to quite sometime in the near future. Again.
I don't like kids. I can like them on a distance, as in, I can find other people's kids "cute and adorable" as long as I don't have to deal with them myself. They are an necessary evil, granted, survival of the species and all that junk. Personally I don't have any interest in kids before they A: have tits or B: are old enough to have a sister with tits. I guess I'm just what they call a "tits & ass"-man. Shallow? Yes.
And I still have two hours before I'm out of here. Jolly good. Atleast during this time of the day there's noone in the library except for the underage girls chatting it on with their 30+ year old cybahlovahs.
Oh for the love of... I really mustn't read what I've written. This is bad. Offensive. I like.
Time to look busy.