Within an hour and a half this afternoon I:
a) had to tell off a young couple for playing peek-a-boo in the stacks, running, giggling, shrieking, and guffawing. After speaking to them, I came around the corner and
b) locked eyes with a fellow taking a swig from a mickey of something or other at one of the internet stations; who I then had to discuss library etiquette with (if only they'd bring enough to share, there'd be no problem!). Shortly thereafter
c) a twenty-something woman ran from her internet computer to a fifty-something man, dragged him back to the computer, then proceeded to sob loudly. He left after a couple of minutes and she continued weeping quietly. Followed shortly by
d) two police officers arriving to question a man also in the internet area, and then
e) a woman claiming that the "clock" on the cover of Catherine Fisher's The Obsidian Mirror was being sold at Value Village (a local used clothing and other material shop) and had been stolen from the museum in Toronto. She insisted that I had to do something about it so that the museum would be able to get its "clock" back. After a lengthy discussion I managed to convince her that the local museum would be a better place to go, as they would be able to get it back to the owning museum better than I would. Fortunately for them (sorry, Clark & Suzanne), the museum was closed at the time and she hopefully will forget about it by tomorrow.
I sometimes feel my job would be better served if I had a Master of Social Work rather than a Master of Library Science degree.
a) had to tell off a young couple for playing peek-a-boo in the stacks, running, giggling, shrieking, and guffawing. After speaking to them, I came around the corner and
b) locked eyes with a fellow taking a swig from a mickey of something or other at one of the internet stations; who I then had to discuss library etiquette with (if only they'd bring enough to share, there'd be no problem!). Shortly thereafter
c) a twenty-something woman ran from her internet computer to a fifty-something man, dragged him back to the computer, then proceeded to sob loudly. He left after a couple of minutes and she continued weeping quietly. Followed shortly by
d) two police officers arriving to question a man also in the internet area, and then
e) a woman claiming that the "clock" on the cover of Catherine Fisher's The Obsidian Mirror was being sold at Value Village (a local used clothing and other material shop) and had been stolen from the museum in Toronto. She insisted that I had to do something about it so that the museum would be able to get its "clock" back. After a lengthy discussion I managed to convince her that the local museum would be a better place to go, as they would be able to get it back to the owning museum better than I would. Fortunately for them (sorry, Clark & Suzanne), the museum was closed at the time and she hopefully will forget about it by tomorrow.
I sometimes feel my job would be better served if I had a Master of Social Work rather than a Master of Library Science degree.

