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*sung to the tune of "stop dragging my heart around"*
"Librarian's Song to Low-life Patrons"
When was the last time your kid had a bath? He runs through screaming like a psychopath, The other little one is jumping round, The people downstairs think the building's falling down. NO, you don't arrange books by color, NO, you can't find porn on the computer, Stop throwing my, stop throwing my, stop throwing my books around...
A___ G_____ never brought her books back, I hope she has a massive heart attack, And that goes for R____ D_____ too, Both live on tax money, does that surprise you...
NO, you can't eat your lunch inside, NO, you can't use the stairwell as your personal slide, And stop throwing my, stop throwing my, stop throwing my books around...
(there, that helped.)
------------------ Calvin: "No efficiency, no accountability... I tell you, Hobbes, it's a lousy way to run a Universe." -- Bill Watterson
------------------ Col. Maybourne: "Teal'c... It's good to see you well." Teal'c: "In my culture, I would be well within my rights to dismember you." -Stargate SG-1: "Touchstone"
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My last two days have been a bit FUCKED UP as well, so I just took my coat and left for the day. It's amazing what a walk in sub zero temperatures will do to your boiling temper.
------------------ "I promise you, Wilma, that not one man on this force will rest until the criminal scum that did this are behind bars. Now let's go get a bite to eat." - Frank Drebbin, Detective Lieutenant in Police Squad
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Yeah, I feel much better today. I vented all my remaining frustration while carrying some 300 pounds of wood into the house for firewood.
It's still amazing that I had to deal with ALL of the things in the above song (except the two overdue people, who I naturally haven't seen in three years - and each of whom has over $100 worth of books out) JUST YESTERDAY, in the space of six hours (we closed early for snow.)
$^%$%ing public.
------------------ Calvin: "No efficiency, no accountability... I tell you, Hobbes, it's a lousy way to run a Universe." -- Bill Watterson
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When I worked as a store clerk, and the ^%&*ing public upset me, I thought to myself, "If it weren't for the ^%&*ing public, I wouldn't have a job." I worked in TOYS!!!
------------------ Fool of a Took, throw yourself in next time!! Gandalf
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Wouldn't that be better expressed as "if not for the public DOING the #$%&ing, I wouldn't have a job"?
After all, toys are mostly sold to children, which seem to be a by-product of #$%&ing.
Yeah, I get your point. I mean, I'm happy I have a job and all, and I do owe the mass of humanity for that, and that helps me hide my annoyance when some kid brings me a book whose pages have all been stuck together by the kid whose parents let him read it while eating a pb&j sandwich, and it (and the threat of jail time) keeps me from choking the teenager who kept trying to use Internet Explorer's 'file opening' function to find a backdoor through which to shut off NetNanny so he could access porn,
but I mean, REALLY! Couldn't people just be a little more... human? Is it really so hard for mommy to tell Johnny that he can't read and eat at the same time? Shouldn't Brian get the hint after being caught in the system and being thrown out of the lab for a week the FIRST time?
Can people understand that "We close at six" DOESN'T mean "but for you we'll be open until six-thirty?"
And one last thing. I AM NOT A TAX ATTORNEY!!! QUIT ASKING WHAT FORMS YOU NEED!!! I DON'T KNOW!!!! READ THE FRAGGING BOOKLET!!! AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING LOOKING FOR TAX FORMS UP HERE IN THE GOSH-DARNED CHILDREN'S LIBRARY FOR, ANYWAY??? CAN'T YOU SEE THE FIVE-YEAR OLDS RUNNING AROUND? DO THEY LOOK LIKE THEY PAY INCOME TAX???
*huff-huff, pant-pant*
Okay, that's better.
------------------ Calvin: "No efficiency, no accountability... I tell you, Hobbes, it's a lousy way to run a Universe." -- Bill Watterson
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Oh, I've heard that. "If it weren't for the public, you wouldn't have a job". Does it help? About as much as having your pubic hairs pulled out by a rusty pair of pliers. Which is a similar feeling to working in Walthamstow Argos on a Saturday.
But me now have new job! Me now work at the Serious Fraud Office! Me no have to talk to anyone!
Actually, although it tiring hetting up, when I get home about 6, I feel fine. If i'd done a 95 shift at Argos, by the time I'd get home I'd be ready to kill someone.
Of course, this doesn't help First. Tsk. Sorry.
------------------ "Sorry Wendy, I just can't trust something that bleeds for five days and doesn't die."
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It investigates fraud! Serious fraud. Which means that clown and stand-up comedians are not under our durisdiction. Presumably, that would be investigated by the "Rather Amused Fraud Office"
------------------ "Sorry Wendy, I just can't trust something that bleeds for five days and doesn't die."
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