I got called in to work early yesterday (the usual), so, like a good lil circulation peon, I went in and made me some dough. BossLady told me that the new director had a friend coming in to volunteer. Friend wants to get a library degree, so she needs some practical experience, yadda. I was the only person at the desk yesterday, with the exception of our high school student worker, and all she can do is shelve books. So, around 3:00 in walks the volunteer.
Picture it with me:
Thin and ghostly white
Red fitted sweater
Black capri pants
5-inch Mary Janes
LITTLE GIRL SOCKS.....white, turned down, with ruffles
Then we get to her head, and this is the real treat:
Orangey-red hair with purple'ish streaks
WHITE powdered face makeup
At least a centimeter of black eyeliner all the way around the eyes
Can we all say Dracula?? Anyone?
Now, given the freakish appearance, she was very nice. Turns out, she teaches English at another community college (when I found out I looked down at my flamingo Bill Blass and wondered how different two people can be). The real kicker in all this, way more kicky than the fact that Draculena was so made up, was the interaction between her and our new director. The director that has been with us for exactly one week.
He helped her shelve books for almost an hour. Shelving books does not take a rocket scientist....especially when all you're doing is Adult Fiction.
When he walked out across the library and she was trailing slightly behind, she frolicked....literally skipped and jumped....to catch up with him.
He wanted me to train her at the circ desk. Volunteers are not allowed at the circ desk.
He spent at least an hour with her in his office....his office with the door closed when he saw Kenya coming down the hall to the break room.
When referring to him in conversation she giggled like a horny 12-year-old.
When I asked how late she was working (we were open until 8pm) she said she wasn't sure what the plan was with Director, she'd have to ask, and she frolicked (hopped and skipped) off to find him.
Shortly after her return, he surfaced and said, "Hey, you ready to go???" More frolicking.
They were seen shortly after sitting on the tailgate of his truck talking for another hour.
Couldn't he wait at least two weeks to bring his girlfriend and/or fuck buddy to work and give her a job??? Sheeesh!
P.S. I'm not the only one who noticed. It was that obvious. Oh, and thank Jehovah she left before story time. We would've had a wad of scared kids on our hands.