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I arrived at work today 20 minutes early, thinking maybe I'd go grab a donut or muffin and read the newspaper and have a nice leisurely morning, but the first words out of the first person I saw upon walking into the building were "Mr. Helling everybody called out, you need to call for help." So I tried to call the big boss to have him send some extra librarians to us, but he was in some meeting, so I ended up running the entire library by myself until noon.
During this time a patron comes storming up from the basement and demands to talk to "whoever is in charge of the bathroom." I was thinking of how to answer this request when she apparantly decided that I was good enough and launched into a litany of (very legitimate) complaints about the state of the restroom, including the fact that someone pooped on the floor. I know that it's gross, and I know that it pisses people off, but I DID NOT POOP IN THE BATHROOM. PLEASE DO NOT YELL AT ME ABOUT IT. Trust me people, I do not like it any more than you do.
Then later a computer virus that has been dogging the whole NYPL system popped up in our branch, so we had to close not only all six public internet computers, but the computer at the information desk, the timesheet computer, the senior clerk's computer, and three children's computers.
But at least there was an extracrazy dude on the Q train the whole ride home. A good way to judge someone's amount of crazy, I feel, is how many seats they have all to themselves. People are willing to put up with some crazy shit to have a seat on the train ride home, but this dude had five whole seats in which to be crazy. And he took full advantage of them.
Today was lame.
During this time a patron comes storming up from the basement and demands to talk to "whoever is in charge of the bathroom." I was thinking of how to answer this request when she apparantly decided that I was good enough and launched into a litany of (very legitimate) complaints about the state of the restroom, including the fact that someone pooped on the floor. I know that it's gross, and I know that it pisses people off, but I DID NOT POOP IN THE BATHROOM. PLEASE DO NOT YELL AT ME ABOUT IT. Trust me people, I do not like it any more than you do.
Then later a computer virus that has been dogging the whole NYPL system popped up in our branch, so we had to close not only all six public internet computers, but the computer at the information desk, the timesheet computer, the senior clerk's computer, and three children's computers.
But at least there was an extracrazy dude on the Q train the whole ride home. A good way to judge someone's amount of crazy, I feel, is how many seats they have all to themselves. People are willing to put up with some crazy shit to have a seat on the train ride home, but this dude had five whole seats in which to be crazy. And he took full advantage of them.
Today was lame.