Saturday, August 29, 2009

What do you mean, you can't eat in the library?

I returned to the reference desk, after helping a patron find a book. My co-worker said, " I told those guys over there to put away their food." I asked, "Over where?" He told me they were in the corner on the other side of the room. I looked over there, and they were still eating. They had food on one side of the table.
I asked, " Did you call security?" My co-worker said, "Why should I call security, they should have been doing their job and stopped them at the door. The guys had the bags of food in plain sight." I said, "Well, that will just make it harder to get the next person to stop eating in here."

The guys were on my side of the floor, so I walked over there. As I approached the table, I said, "PUT THE FOOD AWAY NOW, OR LEAVE!" They said, "MAN, SHE'S COMING OVER HERE LIKE SHE AIN'T PLAYING." I then said, "YOU NEED TO LEAVE NOW?" They asked, "WHY?" I said, "MY CO-WORKER ALREADY TOLD YOU TO STOP EATING, SINCE YOU DIDN'T, YOU NEED TO LEAVE? This little knucklehead had the nerve to say, "OH, SO, YOU JUST GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT HE SAID???" As he licked his fingers and hand, he then took a large bite out of his chicken sandwich. At that moment, it occured to me that I didn't have to be bothered. I stopped talking and went in search of a telephone. I finally went to the International Reference Desk and told the other librarian to hand me the telephone and dial security's extension. The knuckleheads heard what I said, so they jumped up out of their seats, talking about, "WE'RE LEAVING NOW!" One took the stairs and the other took the elevator. They were still eating, so I told security to be on the lookout for them.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

What is the use of a security guard

Mondays, we open @10:00a.m. I was on the desk @11:00a.m., a man yelled down the stairs to security from my floor, "SECURITY, STOP THAT MAN, HE JUST PUNCHED ME!!!!"

Tuesday, it was a fight on my 3rd floor, security was called and of course, they took their sweet time responding.

Wednesday, this old man got mad at me because I didn't understand what he was saying. He would ask me a question, and then start mumbling. I had to ask him more than once what he was talking about.

He said, " You know Stanford and T......S.....U...." I said, "What about Stanford and TSU?" He then said, "You" I asked, "Pictures of what?" He said, "Stanford." I asked, "What kind of pictures of Stanford?" He began yelling and mumbling again, "You know, history and the picture of the school." I decided that I wanted to get him out of my face because he stunk, and he was yelling. I printed out the information for Stanford and TSU, stappled it, and gave it to him." I thought that would make him go away.....No, he continued to stand there. After 5 minutes, he said, "I'm waiting on you to give me the information for the other school." I told him that I had given him the information for both schools. He finally left.

Thursday, when I went to the reference desk in the afternoon, I saw a Shim who we've had problems with in the past. Propper clothing seems to be a problem. Security gave a warning before, because revealing booty shorts were the norm. After the warning, the Shim began wearing long jeans. Obviously attention was the desire was that day because the Shim was wearing jeans that had spits in the back up to the thigh. Then there was a tear that looked to be self made, along the butt crack.

I called security and asked them who allowed that in the building. The Shim was walking down the stairs. The Shim stopped at the landing between the 3rd and the 2nd floor. The Shim did a spin and then a booty shake, so that everyone on the first floor could see the tear in butt.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

I was shocked........

Let me give you the back story. I used to work in the hood, hence the name of my blog because working at that branch, I needed an outlet. Different "characters" came into the library everyday. I saw the featured idividual everyday. I walked past where he lived every morning and evening. I thought he was extra creepy then and I now have validation of the way in which he made me feel.

Just plain NASTY

I work with some NASTY people. I am not talking about the patrons. I am talking about the individuals who are paid to be here at least 5 days out of the week. This happened last Thursday evening, and it has taken me this long to decide if I was ready to share it with blog land.

I have a routine, so that I am not doing the "pee pee" dance when I approach my gate every evening. I use the restroom 30 minutes before I leave and then again 10 minutes before I leave. Well, last Thursday, I took my chances and didn't use the restroom.

I used the restroom at 5:30pm and everything seemed okay. At 6:30pm, I went to use the restroom, there was a sign on the women's restroom and it said, It needs cleaning and custodial has been called. I went to use the restroom again at 6:50pm, the sign was still on the women's restroom and the men's restroom was occupied.

I thought just maybe, the restroom was messy, you know, urine on the floor, and paper everywhere. No, that wasn't it. Someone had done #2, there was a trail leading to the door........WHAT THE..........Who doesn't even clean their own mess?