I had to work on the second floor the last hour of the day (7-8). Usually 2nd floor is a cushy job since we don't have internet computers (just computers you use to do job searching), so mostly it's people studying.
Of course, putting back the books is a pain. I was cursing out (well, in my head) patrons for putting books in the wrong place.
So around 7:30 I see a woman in black dress and sandals while I'm waiting for the elevator. Important latter on, the sandals are not flip-flops. I hope she doesn't get on. She doesn't but when I come back I see her waving at me, pointing at a patron. I go up to the patron and he wants books and fish farming. I get him to the catalog and tell him, "type in 'fish farming'" and he says, "It's called aquaculture" in a condescending voice.
but he found his books. of course he doesn't thank me.
So this part of the tale:
me:
bd : woman in the black dress
wh : wet hothead
s : security
I'm putting up more books, and it's around 7:45. I see a woman, about 20 yrs old, with pants that look wet, from above knees to cuffs. She has no shoes on. I go up to her.
me: Hi, sorry, you have to wear shoes in the library.
wh: Really? (she was surprised)
me: yes, it's stated on the rules when you walk in.
wh: *points at bd, who is at a table reading* she isn't wearing shoes, she is wearing sandals.
me: (aw fuck, I think, this is going to devolve into her arguing with me and cursing me out and then I have to get security, fuck if security will sho up) Sandals are shoes.
wh: my feet are wet. I don't want to get athlete's foot.
me: *calling security*
wh: *starts getting mad*, "you didn't even let me get my shoes on...
me : *while talking to security* I have a patron who won't put on her shoes...
wh: bitch! blah blah blah....
me: and she just called me a bitch. *hangs up*
wh : blah blah blah
me: you know it's stupid to walk around without shoes.
wh: you called be stupid? bang! you're fired!
me: will you stop acting like a 2 year old.
wh : I know you are but what am I? Why don't you sit in the corner for a time out.
security shows up.
wh : blah blah blah...I called her a b-i-
me: why don't you tell security you called me a bitch?
s: you have to leave for the day.
wh :blah blah...I'll just go up to the 3rd floor.
s : no, you have to leave for the day, you can come back tomorrow.
I was so ammused by this. Really, the smart person will just agree to what I said and just go back to what they were doing when my back was turned. But argue with me gets security and cursing me out gets you banned.
Problem, though, was she left about 5 min to closing. I had to go outside to catch my bus. I hoped she wasn't waiting for me outside to ambush me. Luckily she wasn't around. and I almost missed my bus.
Of course, putting back the books is a pain. I was cursing out (well, in my head) patrons for putting books in the wrong place.
So around 7:30 I see a woman in black dress and sandals while I'm waiting for the elevator. Important latter on, the sandals are not flip-flops. I hope she doesn't get on. She doesn't but when I come back I see her waving at me, pointing at a patron. I go up to the patron and he wants books and fish farming. I get him to the catalog and tell him, "type in 'fish farming'" and he says, "It's called aquaculture" in a condescending voice.

but he found his books. of course he doesn't thank me.
So this part of the tale:
me:

bd : woman in the black dress
wh : wet hothead
s : security
I'm putting up more books, and it's around 7:45. I see a woman, about 20 yrs old, with pants that look wet, from above knees to cuffs. She has no shoes on. I go up to her.
me: Hi, sorry, you have to wear shoes in the library.
wh: Really? (she was surprised)
me: yes, it's stated on the rules when you walk in.
wh: *points at bd, who is at a table reading* she isn't wearing shoes, she is wearing sandals.
me: (aw fuck, I think, this is going to devolve into her arguing with me and cursing me out and then I have to get security, fuck if security will sho up) Sandals are shoes.
wh: my feet are wet. I don't want to get athlete's foot.
me: *calling security*
wh: *starts getting mad*, "you didn't even let me get my shoes on...
me : *while talking to security* I have a patron who won't put on her shoes...
wh: bitch! blah blah blah....
me: and she just called me a bitch. *hangs up*
wh : blah blah blah
me: you know it's stupid to walk around without shoes.
wh: you called be stupid? bang! you're fired!
me: will you stop acting like a 2 year old.
wh : I know you are but what am I? Why don't you sit in the corner for a time out.
security shows up.
wh : blah blah blah...I called her a b-i-
me: why don't you tell security you called me a bitch?
s: you have to leave for the day.
wh :blah blah...I'll just go up to the 3rd floor.
s : no, you have to leave for the day, you can come back tomorrow.
I was so ammused by this. Really, the smart person will just agree to what I said and just go back to what they were doing when my back was turned. But argue with me gets security and cursing me out gets you banned.
Problem, though, was she left about 5 min to closing. I had to go outside to catch my bus. I hoped she wasn't waiting for me outside to ambush me. Luckily she wasn't around. and I almost missed my bus.
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