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ladyiapetus) wrote2005-08-16 10:03 pm
ladyiapetus) wrote2005-08-16 10:03 pm
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Today must have been "Damaged Materials Day" at the library today, although thankfully both patrons were perfectly willing to pay the purchase price.
The first was a book returned by a patron this afternoon. I knew something was amiss when she came up to the desk and asked about our policy for damaged items. I told her (patrons responsible for damaging materials must pay the full purchase price), then asked what the nature of the damage was. According to the patron she had left her books in her car over the weekend with the window rolled down. This past weekend we had a pretty decent thunderstorm (and also got the most rain we've gotten over the summer, but that's beside the point). Needless to say, the books got wet, in one case, very wet. As in, when she pulled the book out and handed it to me, some of the pages were still damp, the binding had come completely unglued from the spine of the cover and there were signs of mold possibly already growing. So the patron paid the full purchase price for the book, I threw away the damp, moldy pages of the book and that was that.
Routine passed normally until this evening when another patron came in and returned a couple of DVDs. She then showed me a third DVD which, somehow, her three year-old daughter had snapped in half. I'm talking a clean break here. Fortunately, like the other patron before her, she was willing to pay the cost of the item.
But still, oi.
*snorts* "Team Unbelievable"...Dan (tonight's straight guy) has no idea how much that name fits the Fab Five. All I could say over and over was "They're children. They're children!" Especially when Thom and Kyan were swordfighting with the decorative branches/giant pick-up stix.
Also, Thom...don't knock the Gundam. Please.
So, while I was watching QE tonight, Mom comes in and asks me if I think I'm a patient person. This immediately makes my brain throw up a red flag - she wouldn't be asking me this unless she a) had an ulterior motive or b) had seen me do something that she feels I need to have "a talk" about. After we banter back and forth for a little bit ("why do you ask?"/"could you work with someone looking over your shoulder?"/"why do you ask?" etc.) Mom finally got to the point: she's quitting her job as a secretary at one of the area churches tp help out the secretary at our church, who is a good friend of ours.
She wanted to know if I were at all interested in having an office job. Namely, her old one.
Now, I'm of two minds on this one. The first mind is saying that it's a part-time job that most likely won't interfere with my job at the library, and it'll be a better, steadier paycheck than what I would be getting from the school (which, if I'm right about this year, might be jack shit). Which means more of an income for me, and quite possibly moving the possibility of moving into my own place out of the far future and closer to the near future.
The second mind is saying I don't know if I can handle it, especially after my mom has explained a little about how her boss is (the someone looking over your shoulder thing is part of it). And I don't want to take the job only to wash out.
*sighs* Decisions, decisions...
The first was a book returned by a patron this afternoon. I knew something was amiss when she came up to the desk and asked about our policy for damaged items. I told her (patrons responsible for damaging materials must pay the full purchase price), then asked what the nature of the damage was. According to the patron she had left her books in her car over the weekend with the window rolled down. This past weekend we had a pretty decent thunderstorm (and also got the most rain we've gotten over the summer, but that's beside the point). Needless to say, the books got wet, in one case, very wet. As in, when she pulled the book out and handed it to me, some of the pages were still damp, the binding had come completely unglued from the spine of the cover and there were signs of mold possibly already growing. So the patron paid the full purchase price for the book, I threw away the damp, moldy pages of the book and that was that.
Routine passed normally until this evening when another patron came in and returned a couple of DVDs. She then showed me a third DVD which, somehow, her three year-old daughter had snapped in half. I'm talking a clean break here. Fortunately, like the other patron before her, she was willing to pay the cost of the item.
But still, oi.
*snorts* "Team Unbelievable"...Dan (tonight's straight guy) has no idea how much that name fits the Fab Five. All I could say over and over was "They're children. They're children!" Especially when Thom and Kyan were swordfighting with the decorative branches/giant pick-up stix.
Also, Thom...don't knock the Gundam. Please.
So, while I was watching QE tonight, Mom comes in and asks me if I think I'm a patient person. This immediately makes my brain throw up a red flag - she wouldn't be asking me this unless she a) had an ulterior motive or b) had seen me do something that she feels I need to have "a talk" about. After we banter back and forth for a little bit ("why do you ask?"/"could you work with someone looking over your shoulder?"/"why do you ask?" etc.) Mom finally got to the point: she's quitting her job as a secretary at one of the area churches tp help out the secretary at our church, who is a good friend of ours.
She wanted to know if I were at all interested in having an office job. Namely, her old one.
Now, I'm of two minds on this one. The first mind is saying that it's a part-time job that most likely won't interfere with my job at the library, and it'll be a better, steadier paycheck than what I would be getting from the school (which, if I'm right about this year, might be jack shit). Which means more of an income for me, and quite possibly moving the possibility of moving into my own place out of the far future and closer to the near future.
The second mind is saying I don't know if I can handle it, especially after my mom has explained a little about how her boss is (the someone looking over your shoulder thing is part of it). And I don't want to take the job only to wash out.
*sighs* Decisions, decisions...