Yesterday was one of those "let Andi do everything" days at the 'brary. My supervisor makes no argument against the fact that she hates working the desk. She stays in her office and watches DVD's on her portable DVD player and frolicks around the internet all day. Or, if she wants to look legit, she lets work at the interlibrary loan desk pile up so that it takes all day to clear away.
Examples of her laziness:
Approx. 30 interlib. loan books came in since Friday. They all had to be processed and the patrons had to be called. I was left at the circ desk to hold things down on my own. Keep in mind, Monday is our busiest day. She offered to process the books and just let me call the patrons, but did it work that way? Nope. They sat there until I finally did them ALL. In between taking care of patrons and checking in/out, literally, hundreds of books. Oh, and I called all the fucking patrons, too. Oh, and all of the teen volunteers because boss lady is taking them to a 1:00 movie on Thursday.
The director (Snowflake's lov-er) is a moron of the most astonishing sort. While I was busy taking care of the ILL books, he came up and said, "What do you think about changing the name of the library?"
I laughed. Thought he was kidding. Thought, "This pissant can't really want to change the NAME OF THE LIBRARY after a month and a half on the job!" I laughed some more.
To my supreme disappointment and astonishment, he's serious! The library, like most, is named after a rich dead guy. A guy who still has hordes of family in town. Director-man thinks it would be titilating if we took the man's first initial out of the name of the library. Just to make it flow a little better.
If directors have nothing better to do than have the columns painted, work in the memorial garden, and think up ideas like changing the name of the library, I want that job. I want it now so I can be useless and hilariously moronic and bang the volunteers.
I'm told that I won't care so much about stupid people and injustice in the workplace as I age. I'm not convinced. I think I'll probably just become more bitter and start staging miniature explosions in my home.
On TV: Today Show book club.
Music: Hammers and saws next door. The neighbors are adding on.
In my head: You don't want to know.