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Everyone needs support sometimes
Sunday, 25 October 2009 3:01 P GMT-08
One of our circ clerks brought over a stack of new books, and it included this one:
She said: “This is going to be very unprofessional of me to say, but this woman just isn’t getting the support she needs!”
We all agreed, and then noted that the guy’s chestal region was huge, too. Ah, the gang at Baen, they publish such entertaining covers.
I'm sure you do a marvelous job of it, sir...
Sunday, 4 October 2009 6:12 P GMT-08
I haven't run into this guy, but my colleague at the circulation desk was telling us that there's a not-quite-yet-elderly man who delights in bringing up books with titles like "How to Please a Woman" to the checkout counter and making sure she can see the title. We all agreed it was best to just ignore him, but the idea of showing him how to use the self-checkout machine did come up.
Welcome back to work...
Tuesday, 15 September 2009 8:51 A GMT-08
My first day back was fairly uneventful, but I was the person in charge, so I got to pick up a poo nugget that a leaky diaper had left behind in the children's department. The sad thing is, it was no big deal - it was solid! I've had much worse to clean up.... Remind me again why I got a Master's Degree??
I'm back!
Monday, 7 September 2009 6:44 P GMT-08
Sorry for the absence, I've been on a 3-week (woo hooo!) vacation, so have had no work stories. To tide us over, here's a quote from an interview with Neil Gaiman about winning the Newbery in the March 2009 edition of School Library Journal, talking about the ALA awards banquet he’ll be attending (after the interviewer points out there will be ladies in gowns, implying maybe he shouldn’t wear jeans and a t-shirt): “I always like seeing ladies in gowns, especially librarians. Librarians know how to wear gowns.”
I. Am. Canadian!
Saturday, 8 August 2009 10:13 A GMT-08
A black guy sporting a very “I am African” red-green-yellow hat (sorry, it probably has a proper name, but I don't know it) approached the desk and said (in an obviously African accent), “Canadian?” I nodded or murmured something affirmative, not understanding exactly why he was asking. He said, in a harder tone, “Excuse me, Canadian?” I said yes and then he blithely carried on with his question about where the hold shelf was as if he hadn’t said anything else. Completely bizarre. What if I’d said, “No, American” or “No, British”? Or, as my husband pointed out, was I supposed to think he was asking for books by Canadian authors? About Canada? About Molson Canadian beer?