Back from vacation ... I should have taken another week off ...

In the Evening:

"The librarian left at five, so I have to ask you." Huh?
The number of counties in Illinois.
You don't need a key to the bathroom, sir.
Printer advice.
I resist the urge to butt into Librarian R's reference interview.
Ingles sin barreras.
Can she send a pp file as an attachment when her computer can't handle pp?
"Who wrote Clear and present danger? ... Tom CLANCY! Thank you! I thought it was Selleck."
Local shelter phone.
Bathrooms are over there, sir.
You need to ask the receptionist over there if you want to use the phone, kid.
If your resume is hardcopy, you can't upload it, sir. Sorry.
Printer advice.
Books by Judith Ortiz Cofer.

Oh Oh

So I'm on desk, minding my own business, when Librarian K stops by.
"By the way, I like your blog," she says.
Gulp, er, huh?
"Your blog. (Another Library) told me about it."
Er, it's supposed to be a secret, okay?
"You have a blog?" asks Librarian Q.

I should have guessed that someone would figure it out, and with the book coming out, people would learn anyway. Still, it's a bit of a shock. Has everyone always known? Have they been laughing behind my back?

In the Afternoon:

Do we have The prize winner of Defiance, Ohio?
"Who is in it?"
"How do you spell 'Moore?'"
He's worked hours on a project. Has he saved it? No.
The bathroom's over there, ma'am.
Harry Potter and the goblet of fire, by J. K. Rowling.
Notarization.
Whoops. He wanted the movie.
Librarian M's daughter calls.
(Sigh) Harry Potter and the blah blah blah blah.
Jarhead.
Hustle & flow.
They'll sell you a floppy over there, kid.
I don't check out books, sir.
Phone number for a local title company.
Uncle Tom's cabin, by Harriet Beecher Stowe.
Printer advice.
Printer advice.
No cell phones, sir.
Fax.
Nineteenth century art books.
Nordstrom store locations.
"My computer isn't working."
On one of my trips to the copier I know I'm going to trip on those power cords and send those two laptops crashing to the ground.
Don't run!
Now he wants directions to the Nordstrom stores.
You can log in to our internet terminals, ma'am, but we close at five.
"How many times have you said 'Don't run' today?" asks Librarian Y.
The computer signups are self-service, sir.
Thursday paper.
Shirley Temple movies.
Yearbooks 1980-82.
Any volume of American splendor we have.
"I just got a question." So do they, and they were here first.
Hilary Duff movies, and Harry Potter blah blah de-blah-blah-bloody-blah.
It's closing time, folks. Folks? Folks?

Crooks have no taste in manga.

Saturday I left work and found someone had busted a window and ransacked my car.

The only thing I had there of any value was a satchel full of volumes of GTO (which Librarian B had lent me) and Azumanga Daioh (which I had lent him).

The satchel was on the floor of the passenger side, knocked over but otherwise untouched.

Obviously the crook has no taste for school-related manga.

In the Morning:

His computer won't print.
We only keep back issues for a year, ma'am. (She leaves in a huff)
He still can't print, and the airline website won't let him back on.
You can't log in and leave your kid on the machine, sir.
I hear all about the security guy's sinus condition.
No cell phones, sir.
Dead man walking, by Helen Prejean, on audiocassette.
Printer advice.
Today's paper.
You can't go in there, girls.
More printer advice.
In sheep's clothing, by Mary Monroe.
They'll renew cards over there, sir.
Sorry, I don't speak Spanish.
Driving directions.
Today's paper.
Too many phone questions about our hours and policies.
Fax.
That library card is good here, sir.
Videos on the Tuskegee Airmen and black cowboys.
Quiet please.
Juan de la Cruz.
I said quiet!
The family man. "It's not in with the T's"
English-Spanish dictionary.
How to run a bulldozer.
DVD policies, card renewal policies, and today's hours, on the phone.
Printer advice.
No cell phones, sir.
Someone moved the new DVDs.
Yay! The temperature has gone up to zero!
He has a lot of questions about downloading and printing. I'm hoping I'm at lunch when he returns.
Yes, ma'am, you have to wait in that long line to pay overdue fines as well.
Here's your video, sir, but you still have to wait in line to check it out.
Yes, sir, this afternoon's computer class is still on.
Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix.
You have to wait in that line for a library card, sir.
Voter registration.
Meeting room is downstairs, sir.
Bathroom's over there.
Computer class will be over there, ma'am.
Carleton Sheets videos.
Meeting room is downstairs, ma'am.
Don't run!
Meeting room is downstairs, sir.
You wait in that line to get a card, ma'am.
Dogville.

In the Afternoon:

Men, and Mr. & Mrs. Smith.
A drink before the war, by Dennis Lehane.
Scrap paper is over there, sir.
Printer advice.
Ancient Egypt.
The health care crisis in this country.
Greek mythology and urban legends.
We lose a patron on a phone transfer.
Pregnancy.
Scratch paper.
1040 instructions.
The name and number of an Indian restaurant that just opened.
A political quote, but she doesn't know who said it or the exact phrasing.
You can log in twice a day, sir. Yes, sir, twice. That's twice.
She wanted Dogville in VHS ...
Copier advice.
Transformers: Fusion, by David Cian.
Don't run! "I told you." says her brother.
How to create a flyer.
Don't run, or skip!
The internet terminals are self-service, sir.
Reboot.
A color wheel.
Voter registration.
Ingles sin barreras.
Doom.
Wrestling books.
Baby names in Spanish.
That copier isn't broken, sir. It wants money.

In the Evening:

I give a patron extra time on a computer.
You have to feed the meters until nine, sir.
FDR
They'll look up your card number over there, sir.
Sorry sir, we don't sell GED books.
No cell phones, please.
They'll stamp your parking ticket over there, sir.
Library R is so bored she's begun to sing.
You don't need a key to the bathroom, ma'am.
Can I help you? (click)
How to put money on her card.
No key for the bathroom anymore, kid.
Garrett Morgan.
Don't run!
She wants to use a computer but doesn't have her card, and doesn't want to take 3-4 minutes to get one.
Jackie Robinson.
She gets her card (sighing heavily the whole time) to discover her disk is the wrong format.
A slow night. Not that I'm complaining.