New Goal: Become Embittered, Sour Librarian

[bloodyrosemccoy]

I have discovered why so many librarians, when you go to browse the shelves, have a tendency to shoot you looks suggesting they’re about to come after you barking like a territorial dog.

It’s often because they are contemplating coming after you barking like a territorial dog.

I JUST SHELVED THOSE DVDs. It took me an hour and a half to do it, too, because they were all over the place. And I know—I know, do you hear me—that you are not going to put that DVD back in the place you just pulled it from, even if you decide not to check it out. Some unimaginable force, some possessing demon, will cause you to wander out of the DVD section with something family friendly like, say, Captivity or Hostel, and that force will lead you directly to the children’s section, where you’ll drop the DVD into one of the board book bins, probably next to the bin containing the entire Curious George series and also the Esquire issue the mystical forces caused you to pick up earlier.

You will then snag a junior reader and meander over to stick it amongst the Nora Roberts hardbacks.

I used to think that all that Library Education was a bit superfluous. I used to think that, if a person was in a library, it meant they had a nodding acquaintance with books, or, at least, the alphabet.

Guess how fast I’ve been disabused of that notion?

Fortunately, I secretly enjoy putting things back in order again. It just hurts my idealism to realize that other people don’t seem to feel the need for things to be in order.

Comments

[killabee886.livejournal.com]

Oh god, I know exactly what you mean, only I work in a department store. See we have price scanner thingy's that people can see the price of items, but then they decide that it's too expensive and hang it on the closest rack, which is formal dresses, and most of the stuff they put there is off the petite clearance rack. (just the way the store is laid out)

Or I'll go into dressing rooms and find dozens of dresses (usually expensive) just on the floor, inside out and broken zippers. Makes me want to scream. Although, a couple of times I've cleaned up the big piles only to find someones cell phone at the bottom of it. Karma is such a bitch sometimes.