Friday, February 24, 2006
It seems like FOREVER!!!
I have been waiting for this day since August 5, 2005. Why is that, you might ask? Today is the first day of my vacation. No, I ain't going nowhere. I am just taking a much needed break from that place for a few days. I will return to work on Saturday March 4th. My posts will resume on that day.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Somethin, Somethin, just ain't right
I arrive at 10:10 a.m.(it is supposed to be 10:00 a.m., yeah whatever.) Posted against the side of the building is the pervert who was arrested last year for indecent exposure and an attempted molestation( he tried to molest one of our female pages.)
Now at 3:45 p.m., I notice that each time the door opens and closes it reaks of marijuana. I go outside and it's the same two that I spent every Saturday a few months back asking to move away from the building. The differences this time are: 1) they've added another boy and a girl to the mix. 2) They have graduated from a joint to a blunt. They were sitting on the wooden bench that is just outside the entrance to the library. We have a security gate that spans across the entrance to the building. The bench is inside of the gate.
At 3:50 p.m., I am told by the Library Tech who just returned from a bank run that they only moved as far as the steps. Now you know my Branch Manager is acting as if she doesn't smell the stuff.
One of the neighborhood OG's told me a few months back to quit asking them to move and just straight call the "Popo."
What makes them think that outside of the library is the place to just get "Blunted my brutha?"
Now at 3:45 p.m., I notice that each time the door opens and closes it reaks of marijuana. I go outside and it's the same two that I spent every Saturday a few months back asking to move away from the building. The differences this time are: 1) they've added another boy and a girl to the mix. 2) They have graduated from a joint to a blunt. They were sitting on the wooden bench that is just outside the entrance to the library. We have a security gate that spans across the entrance to the building. The bench is inside of the gate.
At 3:50 p.m., I am told by the Library Tech who just returned from a bank run that they only moved as far as the steps. Now you know my Branch Manager is acting as if she doesn't smell the stuff.
One of the neighborhood OG's told me a few months back to quit asking them to move and just straight call the "Popo."
What makes them think that outside of the library is the place to just get "Blunted my brutha?"
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Dinnertime
Okay, so I was wrong. She did make it back at exactly 5:00 p.m. I got a full 1 hour for dinner. Check this out.
She left for her dinner break at 6:00 p.m. and returns at 7:25 p.m., like it was the thing to do. The life of a GHETTO LIBRARY BRANCH MANAGER!!! Am I jealous, no; I am just trully frustrated.
She left for her dinner break at 6:00 p.m. and returns at 7:25 p.m., like it was the thing to do. The life of a GHETTO LIBRARY BRANCH MANAGER!!! Am I jealous, no; I am just trully frustrated.
Testing my nerves
This is the second day of my work week and I am already ready for my vacaton to start. My boss did her usual disappearing act at 3:30 p.m., saying that she would return by 5:00 p.m. We shall see. We are open until 8:00 p.m., but I take my dinner break at 5:00 p.m. Something tells me that she will be late, but ready to jet at 6:00 p.m. for her dinner break. This means that mine will be cut short. There are only two librarians here today and one of us is supposed to be on the floor at all times.
A group of teenagers arrived at 3:45 p.m. they are at times loud and really trying to see how far they can go. Now we all know that eating and or drinking has never been allowed in any public library. They are only surfing www.myspace.com. Forget about the need to do real research in the library or online. Read a book, if it's not "urban fiction," they are not trying to hear about it.
Yesterday is what really caused me to seriously consider writing this blog. I am a children's librarian(not my ideal position.) I conduct preschool story time once a week on Tuesdays at 10:30 a.m.
10:00 a.m. February 21, 2006, I had set up the room early. I had the CD Player cued and the first song to be used was on pause. There is a heating problem in the meeting room(it ain't working,) so I was setting up the space heaters. A gentleman walks through the chairs and diagonally across the story time rug. When I look at him as if he has lost his mind, he says "Excuse me." I finish setting up and return to my desk to check my e-mail before the children arrive.
I notice that the man is taking a bit long in the restroom. I think, I will have to spray some Neutra-Air. After about 8 minutes, the man walks out and returns the key to the circulation desk. He then walks out the door. Two minutes later, the first group of children arrive. Once all of the children arrive, I go in to do a head count. THAT IS WHEN IT HAPPENS, I notice that the CD Player and the disc that was in it are gone. I immediately go outside in search of the man. I go as far as two blocks. HE IS LONG GONE. THAT CRACK WAS CALLING HIS NAME.
I tell the desk staff what has transpired and go on to conduct story time minus the music. One of the assistants tells my boss, the branch manager what has happened. It takes her two hours to say somehting to me about it.
The CD Player that was stolen was my personal property. The CD Player that belongs to the branch was broken by one of the story time performers a few months ago. My boss' response to the current incident and the previous one. "We can replace the CD player, if you buy one and then bring in the receipt." HOW ABOUT YOU BUY ONE AND BRING IN THE RECEIPT FOR REIMBURSEMENT.
I NEEDED A MEDIUM TO VENT MY FRUSTRATIONS AND I THOUGHT THIS JUST MIGHT BE IT!!!!!
A group of teenagers arrived at 3:45 p.m. they are at times loud and really trying to see how far they can go. Now we all know that eating and or drinking has never been allowed in any public library. They are only surfing www.myspace.com. Forget about the need to do real research in the library or online. Read a book, if it's not "urban fiction," they are not trying to hear about it.
Yesterday is what really caused me to seriously consider writing this blog. I am a children's librarian(not my ideal position.) I conduct preschool story time once a week on Tuesdays at 10:30 a.m.
10:00 a.m. February 21, 2006, I had set up the room early. I had the CD Player cued and the first song to be used was on pause. There is a heating problem in the meeting room(it ain't working,) so I was setting up the space heaters. A gentleman walks through the chairs and diagonally across the story time rug. When I look at him as if he has lost his mind, he says "Excuse me." I finish setting up and return to my desk to check my e-mail before the children arrive.
I notice that the man is taking a bit long in the restroom. I think, I will have to spray some Neutra-Air. After about 8 minutes, the man walks out and returns the key to the circulation desk. He then walks out the door. Two minutes later, the first group of children arrive. Once all of the children arrive, I go in to do a head count. THAT IS WHEN IT HAPPENS, I notice that the CD Player and the disc that was in it are gone. I immediately go outside in search of the man. I go as far as two blocks. HE IS LONG GONE. THAT CRACK WAS CALLING HIS NAME.
I tell the desk staff what has transpired and go on to conduct story time minus the music. One of the assistants tells my boss, the branch manager what has happened. It takes her two hours to say somehting to me about it.
The CD Player that was stolen was my personal property. The CD Player that belongs to the branch was broken by one of the story time performers a few months ago. My boss' response to the current incident and the previous one. "We can replace the CD player, if you buy one and then bring in the receipt." HOW ABOUT YOU BUY ONE AND BRING IN THE RECEIPT FOR REIMBURSEMENT.
I NEEDED A MEDIUM TO VENT MY FRUSTRATIONS AND I THOUGHT THIS JUST MIGHT BE IT!!!!!
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