One would think that people who come into a library know how to read. I mean they got here somehow and that involved reading. But that's assuming and we all know what happens when you do that. I figured I'd post some of the signs we have around the desk. They seem straight forward to me.

Usually when i go to a store and no one is at a register I head for the register that is manned by a human being. Here, not so much. The key to the library is to find the one computer that doesn't have someone at it and then stand. not saying anything. And then we feel a death ray being beamed to us and turn around. I feel like I should try this at the store. Stand at the closed register and then get pissy when no one helps me. wtf? people do it here.

Another personal favorite of mine is the employees only sign. Usually this is not something that is necessary. you see a desk that has people behind it, you don't go back there. Same as if you were in a store. you don't go behind registers. But this life lesson apparently fails people once they step foot in a library. All rules go out the window.

Oh copy machine! why are you so complicated?

We used to have the signs posted all around the machine. You would think one would catch someones attention. nope. Two signs... nope. Three signs...again no. So we added this sign.

No way!! A sign that works. It was either this or my suggestion of them getting punched in the face to read the other 5 million signs we had up. But so far this little baby is working. and why do you ask would people keep asking about a bloody control card? Notice in the pic above? The screen on the copy machine....

Do you see it? The top left portion of the screen in little letters? It says "you must insert a control card"

And we cant make it go away. So we will always have people trying to use their library card, credit card, butt card.. whatever. Unless we have a million signs that just about smack them upside the head. I mean really people. Ugh.

i suck at this

ok, so im really going to try this blog thing. maybe i will become famous because of it and can get out of misery, or missouri. last time i posted i said i was getting married. well now im married. mr. mohawk and i had a great time in vegas. cheeser went with us for a duration of our stay. elvis was there and so were lots of drunk people. im thinking i need to create a common theme for this blog, maybe write about the trials and tribulations of working at a library. would people read that? who knows. but it could be fun.

a year in review

has it really been over a year since my last post. holy crap. and still, no audience. eh fuck em.
so. 2 weeks im gettin married. were flyin out to vegas! and elvis is walking yours truly down the isle. ive been reading like crazy. started a binder to keep track of it all. nate thinks im insane. i prefer organized. had my 9 year anniversary at the library. next year i get a lunch somewhere. ooohhh ahhhh. i know. we went to cedar point again this year. spent 3 days there. and then went to cleveland. fun times. gotta love crazy big amusement parks.

grinding

how can one tell something is wrong with their foot? well a good clue is that anytime you bend your big toe you feel bone to bone action. how does one do this to ones self? pfh! i dont know. beats me. but it hurts like hell and im sawing it off.
ok so maybe not the most rational thing to do to it, but atleast ill forget about the grinding sensation. plus my new shoes smell again. apparently walking 10 miles in chicago in shoes that your not wearing socks in is a BAD idea. who knew? well i did. but i did it anyway.

screaming children makes my hoohoo shrink

its not that i dont like kids. but working here where the building is large and sounds carry everywhere, its hard not to hear the shrieking of a kid. it pierces your ears and makes you want to crawl into a hole. i think thats why i decided teaching was not for me. its great that people are able to communicate and make a difference in their lives. me, not gonna happen. unless, i guess, its mine. and then im sure i will feel different. hell, i feel different about kids i know. i love the ones my friends/family has. but as it is, strangers kids get to me.

even i dont think its attractive

so my feet stink. and not in that "every blue moon i get a whiff" kind of way. but in a "i only smell my feet. oh god, oh god. i bet everyone can" kind of way. its not like i dont shower. its just that i wear the same shoes everyday and sweat in them. nevermind the fact that im not wearing socks with these, plus throw in the fact that they have gotten wet on occasion. and viola! smelly shoes= smelly feet. i just wish i didnt have to smell it. oh well. 5 more minutes of work and then im home free to.. well.. go home. and change into flip flops to air out these babies.

drinking, sand and a digital camera

3 things that should never go together. but unfortionately they did. and now my camera has sand all up in it. and when you slide the lens open you can hear and feel the grains. ugh. and now its a bitch to upload pictures. you have to sweet talk it and try 50 times before it does it. and then you have to be quick because the camera loses connection to the computer so then even if you see the thumbnails of your pics it still wont do it if the connection is lost. needless to say, i had a very trying morning trying to get them on my jump drive. but i did get them on. so thank god for small miracles.