Sometimes it feels like the newspaper is slowly chipping away at my soul. Or my will to...do anything. And this is only my third month!
It makes me go to tense city council meetings when I'd much rather curl up with a blanket and watch new NCIS. ::pout::
Subbed at the middle/high school library today. Some punk kid tried to pull a fast one on me. But I rule with an iron fist and put a stop to it.
She came in, was looking at the books on the hold "shelf" (right by the check-in/out computer) and while I was busy helping another kid, she wandered over to the shelves. Thirty seconds later she wandered back with the second Diary of a Wimpy Kid book and was ready to go.
I thought the book looked very familiar. Like, oh, wasn't that just with the other books on hold less than a foot away from me? Yes, yes it was. But I scanned it anyway and a prompt came up asking if I wanted to take it off of hold. I clicked no and explained the situation to the girl. She was all, "But books on hold are supposed to be over there," pointing at the shelf.
Instead of outright calling her on it (I'm not much for confrontation), I said that sometimes things get put in the wrong spot and, sorry, I can't check this out to you. So I wrote down the hold name and stuck it on the book and put the book back in its spot.
Straightening the books on hold before the end of the day, guess what I found? The original note with the hold request stuck to another book. I had thought about peeking in the trash that's right there, but she didn't even care enough to try that.
Hold request notes. Heh. They're sticky notes, people.
Anyway. The girl proceeded to check out one book, return it, and then check out something else in the ten minutes that followed. Weird.
And now city council. I expect DRAMA tonight. And will maybe even be a little disappointed if there isn't any, even if I don't want to write about it afterward.
It makes me go to tense city council meetings when I'd much rather curl up with a blanket and watch new NCIS. ::pout::
Subbed at the middle/high school library today. Some punk kid tried to pull a fast one on me. But I rule with an iron fist and put a stop to it.
She came in, was looking at the books on the hold "shelf" (right by the check-in/out computer) and while I was busy helping another kid, she wandered over to the shelves. Thirty seconds later she wandered back with the second Diary of a Wimpy Kid book and was ready to go.
I thought the book looked very familiar. Like, oh, wasn't that just with the other books on hold less than a foot away from me? Yes, yes it was. But I scanned it anyway and a prompt came up asking if I wanted to take it off of hold. I clicked no and explained the situation to the girl. She was all, "But books on hold are supposed to be over there," pointing at the shelf.
Instead of outright calling her on it (I'm not much for confrontation), I said that sometimes things get put in the wrong spot and, sorry, I can't check this out to you. So I wrote down the hold name and stuck it on the book and put the book back in its spot.
Straightening the books on hold before the end of the day, guess what I found? The original note with the hold request stuck to another book. I had thought about peeking in the trash that's right there, but she didn't even care enough to try that.
Hold request notes. Heh. They're sticky notes, people.
Anyway. The girl proceeded to check out one book, return it, and then check out something else in the ten minutes that followed. Weird.
And now city council. I expect DRAMA tonight. And will maybe even be a little disappointed if there isn't any, even if I don't want to write about it afterward.