tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244475904874692595.post5597263575098921106..comments2023-04-10T05:16:23.470-04:00Comments on Crazy Library Shit: A Day in the Life of Library ManagerI got a master's degree for this?http://www.blogger.com/profile/15215187841910111846noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244475904874692595.post-85146774468827832172010-07-21T13:30:37.491-04:002010-07-21T13:30:37.491-04:00I love giving them the look. I will sit at my des...I love giving them the look. I will sit at my desk with 'death glare.' I won't say anything, but will observe with silent disgust for minutes until the little shitrats feel the glare of my irratation boring into their brains. Then, they usually turn around and look at me and realize that I'm just glaring. Sometimes, I don't blink and it freaks them out. Then, they leave. It's great.I got a master's degree for this?https://www.blogger.com/profile/15215187841910111846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244475904874692595.post-7475629857459255192010-07-19T19:37:42.358-04:002010-07-19T19:37:42.358-04:00I also am not a kid person or a children's lib...I also am not a kid person or a children's librarian. I like my own children, but honestly, they get on my nerves a lot, too.<br /><br />I caught two little tween turds in the stacks the other day karate-chopping each other in the nuts and laughing and generally fucking with the books, so I just stood there and stared at them until they moved. I then proceeded to follow them, and stare them down until they left my domain. In fact, I stared those sorry little fuckers right back down to the Teen Zone, where they belonged - or at least where they were someone else's problem - someone who gets paid to deal with that bullshit. I don't. <br /><br />The truly great thing was that I didn't have to say a word. It was awesome. There are times when I totally dig being the haggy old library bitch.KBLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16054793848846765947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244475904874692595.post-42461664762965822132010-07-18T22:21:45.009-04:002010-07-18T22:21:45.009-04:00You know, I really LOVE how parents seem to think ...You know, I really LOVE how parents seem to think librarians are like Free! Nannies!<br /><br />Your job would make me peel my own eyelids off.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12160018811890720052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244475904874692595.post-45267738729189071842010-07-17T20:35:00.349-04:002010-07-17T20:35:00.349-04:00Hi! My first day, I had a woman go postal on me b...Hi! My first day, I had a woman go postal on me because her fucking "baby" would never ever misbehave in the library. Uh huh. I always invite the parents to come look at their "precious treasures" in undercover mode to see how their little "darlings" act. Parents never take me up on that. Why would they? I called their bluff. They'd see their kids acting like disrespectful monsters. And that would also require effort. And that would be more effort that they put into parenting than they could ever dream. I'm not your kid's parent. I don't give a shit what the hell happens to them once they leave my branch. Go away.I got a master's degree for this?https://www.blogger.com/profile/15215187841910111846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244475904874692595.post-69567902939135768792010-07-17T20:27:43.143-04:002010-07-17T20:27:43.143-04:00Just because a child is allowed somewhere, does no...Just because a child is allowed somewhere, does not make that space a fucking playground or daycare. I feel the same way about restaurants, cafes, and museums. I hate the mommy-entitlement attitude that labels me an asshole for being annoyed by these shitrats. "They're kids!" somehow becomes a legitimate excuse for forsaking any lessons on what does and does not constitute as "public behavior."<br /><br />(This is @autovatic, btw)ajhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08876007434527655519noreply@blogger.com