bloodyrosemccoy | Disappointment

So this morning I was on a bus with all of my friends, ever, on the way to Disneyworldland. The morning sun promised warmth and dazzling light on a day that would be filled with water slides, roller coasters, catching up with friends, shopping, and more junk food than anyone could possibly want. I felt alive, anticipatory, waiting to expend all my excess energy on the good things life offers.

Then I woke up and had to go to work, where kids whined that they wanted to get on the computer again, patrons turned in books coated with sticky substances and threw things on the floor and demanded to see the MAGIC DVDS behind the counter,* and my supervisor took out her prize-winningly nasty mood on me with a constant barrage of passive-aggressive potshots. Also the latest ailment is the sniffles.

I am thinking I should have stayed on that bus.

Mom wonders why I prefer being asleep.

ETA: Eureka. I just realized that tomorrow is the Feast of St. Emo. This would explain a LOT.

*Everyone is convinced that the DVDs they want are behind the counter waiting to be shelved. Once they’re on the shelf they are boring, but when they are not yet there they are THE ONLY DVDS WORTH LOOKING AT SO WHY CAN’T I JUST COME BACK THERE AND LOOK.

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*Hug of Solidarity between People Who Work in Libraries* I'm sorry your day sucked, bro. We had a couple not-so-fun patrons today as well, including a man who made a Big Fuss about his dog not being allowed in, and some dude who was labouring under the delusion that I - as a part-time page - had All the IT abilities, ever, and needed to fix his computer right now, dammit!

Also, the Feast of St. Emo sounds like something I could get behind. I would have thought the most depressing day of the year would be in November, but I guess January also makes sense.

Hope tomorrow (despite being the Feast of St. Emo) goes better for you!

Well, today was special because it was my supervisor being nasty. I'm not sure what THAT was about, but I got the brunt of it. Allow me to rant at you:

[rant mode] Okay, see, she asked me to find holds for other branches, and I asked if I shouldn't put away a couple of DVDs first, which takes maybe two minutes. She said "Fine" and then about, y'know, two minutes later, just as I was finishing those DVDs, she snatched the hold list from me and, when I said I could do it first if she'd like, she told me no and stormed away with it. Then she was pissy to me all day and kept snapping at me when I'd try to step in and help her or the other librarian, even when the other one asked me to, and at the end of the day when I offered to help her finish the check-ins her only response was, "I needed your help when I asked you to do holds."

"And I was about to do them," I said. "Sorry if I did something wrong."

"It's cool," she said, which was obviously not true.

So she got to do the check-in all by herself. Because dammit I was done with that shit. [/rant mode]

... There. I feel better now. Patrons I can handle. It's coworkers that get to me.

Oh, also the inside joke of the Feast of St. Emo is that one time a while back I read some fluff article about a guy who proved January 24 was the most depressing day of the year using MATH. I remained unconvinced, but it amused me. So when we were discussing how we needed some sort of AntiChristmas to get us through the post-holiday letdown, this was what I came up with.

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