In the Afternoon:

Caballa de Troya books. "They were right in my face!"
I leave the desk.
I return.
Don't run!
His card doesn't work.
She doesn't even have a card.
ACT and SAT books are over here, ma'am.
Fax.
Librarian K can't decide what to read next.
I reset a printer.
I suggest Librarian K read something by Banana Yoshimoto, because of the name.
"Do all your staff speak Spanish, or do any of them know English?" mutters the grumpy old lady.
I suggest Librarian K read Life of Pi. "I tried. Boring-snoring."
"Books on child development, teachers using art and child development, by Skinker. What do you got on Skinker?"
Librarian K decides on I know this much is true, by Wally Lamb, on 24 cassette tapes.
Collateral damage, and A perfect murder.
I reset another printer.
Fax.
Our computer classes are all booked, ma'am.
She wants to switch computers to get away from some small children.
You're too young to use the computer, little girl. I don't care how cute you are.
Don't run! (Different kid)
Sorry, sir, we don't know which divorce forms you need.
A fax won't go through.

In the Afternoon:

A technical writer who doesn't know how to save files or attach them to email.
From pieces to weight, by 50 Cent.
I kick two kids off the computers.
Someone in the back office is playing a DVD loud.
Just type your barcode there, ma'am.
Guns and ammo magazine.
Sure, you can take a pencil, sir.
You don't scan your barcode, ma'am. You type the numbers in.
Richard Wright, by Hazel Rowley.
Fax.
That's an "a," not an "s." That's why the URL won't work, sir.
No cellphones. (Whoops. She's talking to herself.)
It takes three tries, but we get the barcode typed correctly.
Printing a frame.
The Da Vinci code sound recording.
Sheet music for the Korean National Anthem.
More barcode typing blues.
For whom the bell tolls, by Ernest Hemingway.

In the Morning:

If Hotmail doesn't like that password, ma'am, there's nothing I can do about it.
Local employment office.
Out of town computer user.
Printer advice.
Printer advice.
Printer advice.
Copier advice.
Printer advice (Look down, sir. There's your copy).
Some book in Spanish. I forget now.
The microfilm reader dies.
How to get a library card.
The microfilm reader dies again.
Don't run!
If he returns a video in the drop box, is it late?
The microfilm reader dies a third time.
Outdoor life.
Sorry ma'am. That computer won't print.
We're a depository library, but we can't let patrons see the holdings at the moment for some reason.

In the Afternoon:

Computers are there, ma'am, and bathrooms are over there.
Talk to them about a library card, ma'am.
Libarian Y runs up to my screen. "Is that food?"
Obit search.
Some German genealogical cds which won't work on any of our machines.
Pencil.
Costochondritis.
Awww! Isn't it cute the teeny weeny little screaming bawling baby! Get her out of here!
Bathrooms are down there, sir.

Later in the Afternoon:

Our sheriff in 1930-1935.
Sherriff's office phone (different patron).
A book called "Why we are here," or maybe "God's purpose;" she can't remember.
They'll register your card over there, sir.
The print station is at the same place it was before, sir.
Zip code directory, A-M.
Why yes, sir, they did move the stacks around.
He lost his translucent green floppy.
Today's paper.
A complaint about our depository being off limits for the time being.

Yesterday:

"Do you have a book called Night, by Ellie Weasley?"

In the Morning:
A musician asks for the spelling of "maiden" and "voyage."

In the Afternoon:
Printer advice.
We lose a hold on a Nora Roberts book, and the patron can't remember the title.
Undead and unemployed, by MaryJanice Davidson.
They'll stamp your parking ticket over there, ma'am.
Videos about Mount Rushmore.
Where's our ILL lady?
Someone shut that baby up, please.
"I was just listening to my cellphone. I wasn't talking to it."
Stuttering.
Three young women at two computers keep hugging.
You can buy a printing card over there, sir.
"Which of the DVDs are free?"
Fax.
They're still hugging.
No cell phones, ma'am (actually, all I had to do was look at her and she got all contrite).
Back issues of newspapers are over there, ma'am.
No cell phones, sir.
Phone book.
She's two cents short of a photocopy.
She sneaks into the stacks to use her cell phone.
Puerto Rico travel.
Book sale is downstairs, ma'am.
Library card photos over there, ma'am.
"Instruction manuals on how to throw a football."
Natural cures, by Kevin Trudeau.
Bathroom.
By his loud voice we can all tell he thinks we're a ripoff.
A lot of printer advice.
National treasure.
Someone wants a movie called "Lake Palisades"
"You got a movie called Willie the fish?"
Printer advice.
You pay for a print card over ... oh, never mind. It printed for free.
More printer advice.
I can't find a DVD to save my life today.
Bathrooms?
Skins and Lakota woman.
Both our microfilm readers are broken.
It's 5:30. We close at six. No way the book she wants will come down from processing before she leaves on vacation tomorrow morning.
It's too late, sir. The internet terminals won't let you log on.
A whole lot of books, the only one we owned being The giver, by Lois Lowry.
Have a happy and not-too-hot weekend.

In the Morning:

"Where's your history section? I just read a book on the history of supermarkets. Do you have any other history books?"
Windows 2000 books.
Resume books. "What's a resume?"
How to get on our computer.
Printer advice.
Reboot. "Stupid computer," she says after not saving.
Guest pass for a computer.
A tour. Loud children and lots of Shhhing.
Endless questions about local collections, and parking.
Printer advice. One computer is printing for free!
You can check out DVDs over there, ma'am.
Copier advice.
More printer advice.
Fax.
Cell phones outside, sir. (New rule)
A replacement comes and I go off to weed the 000's. Oh, joy.

In the afternoon a bookshelf that collapsed on Friday collapses again.