So you know me...........Really?

Last month, I was helping a patron obtain a new library card. While processing the application, the patron looked out the window, saw his friend and went to speak with him. When the patron returned, he had his friend with him. I didn't look up from the computer terminal until I heard his friend say, " Oh, I know her already!" I immediately frowned and said while looking up, "You know me? From where?" As soon as where rolled off my tonge, I recognized the guy. So I said, "Yeah, WHY DON'T YOU TELL THAT STORY!" Dude closed his mouth immediately. Way back when I first begain working as a non-assistance food stamp eligibility worker, he was one of my first clients. He sweated me from day one. I was constantly telling him that I wasn't interested. 4 years after I began that job, I left for graduate school. I was gone 1 1/2 years. When I returned, I received a brand new caseload. Low and behold, once again old boy was my client. At that time, when he began to sweat me, I told him that I didn't date clients. He immediately let his case close and then called me. We went out once and I was not impressed. Another 3 years go by and I have since quit my old job and began working as a librarian. I had a home that needed painting and he was painting houses. We made a verbal contract and he painted my home. He failed to return and do the finishing touches on the paint job. I had paid him in full and as collateral, he left all of his ladders. 6 months later, I decided to sell that house. Dude had returned once, to say that he would finish the touch-ups and collect his ladders. By the time I was in escrow, I had no valid contact information for dude. I gave the ladders to the guy who was fixing up my new home for me.

My Summer Recap

I went to New York for the Harlem Book Fair. The was book fair is wonderful. I learned what kind of person someone I had considered a friend for 13 years truly is. I spent my born day in NYC with me, myself, & I. The saying, "When people show you who they are, believe them" took on a whole new meaning for me during that trip. I really didn't want to write about this because the person reads my blog and has friends who don't know me from a can of paint that read my blog. It still bothers me because I truly thought the person was my friend. Initially, I kept in contact with 3 people I met in graduate school. The number is now down to 1. My library branch has been open 6 months and we are still waiting on parts to repair items that have been broken since opening day. Things seem to be breaking down everyday. How about a grown a** man urinated all over the men's bathroom 1 1/2 weeks ago. I'm talking about all over the floor, the walls, the sink, and the urinal. ( I left work for a medical appointment. I returned to an out of order sign on the men's restroom.) Our lovely custodial department decided that was not an important job and didn't send someone to clean it until after opening the next day.