Monthly Archives: October 2013

An unexpected side effect to nighttime shifts


(I think I realized once I started this blog that not every post was going to be completely and totally related to my job, but anything with an oh-so-tenuous thread would be okay. Hence tonight’s post.)

I’ve never worked at night before. Having the library close at 9 and getting home close to 10 has been a new and slightly strange experience for me. And after the first week or so, my whole body adjusted nicely, with one, big, huge, glaring exception.

My stomach.

Now, Mr. Greedy, as my stomach shall henceforth be known, has always tied in coming home from work with food, and why shouldn’t he? That’s the way it’s been since I got my first 9-5 job. Leave work, it’s dinnertime. Period. That’s just the way that it’s always been.

Coming home on late nights, however, Mr. Greedy refuses to change his schedule, even though he’s been fed properly just a few hours before. Once again, I’m coming home from work, so cue the rumblings.

And then he gets really pissed when he doesn’t get fed.

I mean, I’m not actually hungry. But he starts bitching up a storm, and then all of a sudden I’m cramming in handfuls of Cheez-Its, because they’re “a snack.” I’m placating my stomach just to shut him up, when I’m not even hungry.

So, Mr. Greedy, it ends here. You are not getting fed when I get home on late nights. The kitchen is closed, and so is my esophagus. No food. Done.

*wipes Cheez-It crumbs from her desktop and hops in the shower*


Sorta speechless


Warning: strong language and mature themes ahead.

It’s not often I’m rendered speechless, but it’s happened tonight. And while I usually wait to get home before I blog, I had to stop what I was doing and grab my phone to write this. It’s not even about the library, really, but how times have changed. (Get off my lawn!)

Two related incidents to share: a group of teens – all boys, and whether that has anything to do with it, I don’t know, but I’m just relating this for the record – were making noise in the hallway and generally being loud, so I stepped outside to ask them to quiet down. Not in a stern way, but just in a “Hey, it’s a little loud, could you lower your voices please” kind of way.

What response did I get? A “suck my dick” from one of the boys. Which – okay. I’ve heard worse. And my boss was there, so she called security, and I went back to shelving. (This probably was the same kid who responded in the exact same way when a coworker asked him to quiet down the other day).

Not 20 minutes later, I was taking books to the teen space, and saw two teenage boys walking toward me. One of them had on a shirt reading “It’s not going to suck itself.”

I’ve seen classless t-shirts before, and I’ve heard slurs and swears, and it’s not even the disrespect that gets me, though that could be its own post. Nope, it’s the blatant misogyny, the way to respond to females in power and to broadcast to the world how little respect you have for others. Would the “suck my dick” guy have responded the same way if there had been girls in the group? Not that I can ask them to respect me when they can’t respect themselves, of course. To demonstrate that kind of sexism and overt unnecessary dominance shows their insecurity.

Frankly, if that’s the best statement they can make in a situation, in any situation, to respond with a sexist command and to broadcast sexism in their clothing, it doesn’t deserve a response. So I’m going back to work.

/rant over

A late-night update


Well, well, chickadees, it’s been a few days since I’ve posted, but as I’ve been busier than a one-armed paperhanger, I hope you’ll forgive me.

Here are a few highlights of the past coupla days:

  • Reading Madeline’s Rescue to a bunch of visiting three-year-olds. I figured I needed the practice, and I tried to make it as interactive as possible, asking questions about the story and characters. I think it went quite well, for an early effort, and they were adorably engaged.
  • Leading a design challenge program for six- to -ten-year-olds to help them craft windmills and understand how they worked. We had a good turnout with enthusiastic, participatory parents, which makes all the difference. And it was a Friday afternoon, too!
  • I worked one-on-one with some teens in the Teen Space on creating resumes and cover letters, and talking to them about interviews, and realized that they had absolutely no background in school or elsewhere about how to create and/or format them. While there are some branches in our system that have regular drop-in job clinics, on a weekly or monthly basis, I want to schedule one specifically for teens at our branch in the spring, just in time for them to apply for summer jobs. My coworkers have been very supportive and enthusiastic, and have lots of great ideas about who to contact, where to have the workshop – it hadn’t even occurred to me to have it in the computer lab, because, obviously – and how to schedule it. I’m thrilled that they’re so supportive.
  • We had a training that I felt was ridiculously unnecessary about changes coming to our circulation system. We sat for 3 hours listening to a lousy presentation, when I think a PowerPoint emailed to us would have sufficed. At least we all suffered together.
  • This is a bit self-congratulatory, but it’s been so much fun to tell my non-librarian friends about what I’m doing. I know they can see the excitement and enthusiasm in me, and a friend even commented that I’m becoming the perfect librarian. It’s so fulfilling to be doing something I love, every single day. And when my friend P came to visit the other day, he laughed to see me so in my element.
  • Finally, I know what I’m being for Halloween! A pirate. Or maybe a cat. I’m a little lazy this year on the literary character front (I could look really pale and wan and go as Beth March… too soon?), but next year, oh, yes, next year, I have great ideas.

Because what I’m about to link to is the best blog ever – I send Mama Bear links and links from it – I’m posting this in a “there but for the grace of the flying spaghetti monster go I” schadenfreude kind of way.

That’s all for now. I’m reading some YA at the moment (Ally Condie’s Matched trilogy, and enjoying 66% of it), so I’m going to head to bed and pick it back up.

Even more art


Because the library doesn’t open till 1 pm on Sundays, we had three hours to update our bulletin boards. With thanks to my two new best friends, the Accu-cut and the color copier, I think my bulletin board focusing on graphic novel adaptations of classic works turned out nicely. (I wish I could take credit for the hourglass and the quill and ink, but my coworker drew those freehand and they turned out pretty fantastic, which they would not have had I done them myself. I could have found them on the internet, and printed them out, but I think the freehand drawings really add a great touch.)


Big props go to my coworker in charge of the “Fall into reading” bulletin board, who came up with this sadly awesome tombstone.