tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104112009-02-21T03:05:42.975-06:00Just smile and nod.Krazy Krafterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11081828760562947342noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3610411.post-30314219103399756372008-01-13T15:11:00.000-06:002008-01-13T15:14:00.597-06:00

I haven't worked in forever, but today I'm filling in at one of the "interesting" branches. We've been open 11 minutes and a guy just walked in with a genuine hobo-bag-on-a-stick. Wow. I miss this.

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college student: I think I left my disk here. Can you look? It's called "Loaner".me: [insert eye-rolling emoticon here]

Krazy Krafterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11081828760562947342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3610411.post-88316869650051545242007-06-07T12:55:00.000-05:002007-06-07T13:42:50.739-05:00

Hey ya'll! I'm back! No more pregnant belly to invite unwanted advice, comments, and observations from the crazies. Now I have the huge lactating boobs to attract attention. Oh well. At least people don't feel like it's acceptable to comment on that. (Yet.)My first day back we had to call the police because some guy threw another guy and his bike into the pond and then ran away really fast. yah,

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so I have have to send you this before I forget. I was just helping [the Conspiracy Theorist] schedule a computer. He was in a super bad mood and was all disgruntled over something and saying stuff under his breath. I didn't ask what his deal was and just kept scheduling a computer for him. And of course he had a stack of papers with him. He had placed them on counter and at one point hit them

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Question just asked "you don't have computers here with The Google on it do you?"From my library liason keeping me updated and entertained while I'm gone.

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Some crazy lady just came to the desk to tell us that "the toilet paper you have in the restroom is, quite frankly, just torturous". another email half an hour later:so she filled out a "speak out" form and said "please have a heart and get some new toilet paper. I have sore female parts after using it."From my library liason keeping me updated and entertained while I'm gone.

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This lady came up to the desk just now and wanted to ask me a tax question. Here was her lead in..."My glasses aren't working right now, blah, blah, blah tax question.."From my library liason keeping me updated and entertained while I'm gone.

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Well folks, I just wanted to let you know that I probably won't have anything to post here for awhile unless a good story comes via my coworkers. I'm taking off an unspecified amount of time from work because I have a baby on the way. I'm very relieved not to be there right now. The crazy people just have no sense of proper boundaries and had become increasingly intrusive in their questions about

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A pre-teen girl asked if she could call her mom to get a ride home. I said she could use our phone for that purpose, but we dial. She launched into some convoluted explanation about how her mom doesn't answer her phone if she doesn't know who is calling, so we would have to call her three times in a row before she would answer. Can anyone say "paranoia"?You know, if you drop your kid off at the

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This guy identifies the Library Seven Dwarfs: Homeless, Sleezy, Sleepy, Druggie, Drunky, Creepy and Perv.And is this one supposed to be cool? What's with the librarian casting flirtatious glances at the very young and very old men between the stacks? It looks more like the average male library patron's dreams than reality. Any female who has worked in a library for any length of time knows better

Krazy Krafterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11081828760562947342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3610411.post-1167504927445341412006-12-30T12:52:00.000-06:002006-12-30T12:55:27.466-06:00

Yesterday a lady knocked on the staff room door to tell a coworker that there was a man in the women's restroom smoking pot. My coworker went in there and asked the person (who was in a stall) if they were smoking (No.) Then she said, "Are you a man?" (yes.) She asked him why he was in the women's restroom and he told her he needed to use the toilet really fast and the men's room was occupied. Oh

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Already this week:Caught the graffitti vandals in the men's restroomI was addressed by a patron as "Big Mama"I was kissed by a regular (yikes)Was notified that there was an orange-ish bodily substance all over the walls, floor, and toilet in the men's restroom (the maintenance guy cleaned that one up, bless his heart)Was notified that someone had puked up rice on the carpet (how do you clean

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In the first hour we have been visited by:DraculaThomas the Tank EngineGiraffe and Lion twin girlsA HippieTiny black cata very large preschool class of cartoon charactersa homeless lady --oh wait, not a costumeSnow Whitepink fairypreschool pirateum...Mr. Clean?? (Kid with normal clothes, whiney attitude and blue latex cleaning gloves)Small purple dinosaurNapoleon Dynamite (minus the fro)Spider

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Until today, I thought paper cutters were self explanatory.This lady was making copies for about an hour. I think she went through almost a full ream of paper. About every five minutes she would get some setting screwed up on the copier and I would have to go fix it. At one point her copies started coming out on 8.5X14 instead of 8.5X11. I told her she could cut the excess off the bottom instead

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Large young male patron calls me over to his computer. He seems somewhat angry.Him: How do you get this to work?[Since he is currently using word and has a paragraph already typed, I am not sure what his question is.]Me: What do you need to do?Him: TypeMe: Well it looks like that is what you are doing already.Him: How do you make it work?Me: I'm not sure I understand what you are trying to do.Him

Krazy Krafterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11081828760562947342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3610411.post-1161313674824833832006-10-19T22:02:00.000-05:002006-10-19T22:09:21.380-05:00

Trying to help an old lady with the computer (while breathing through my mouth because of the stench)Me: Type your library card number in that box.Her: That number?Me: Yes.Her: That big long number?Me: Yes.Her: Right now?Me: Yes, right now.[Eventually she gets mostly logged in, then the internet usage agreement screen pops up.]Me: click "agree".Her: What am I agreeing to?Me: That you will not use

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An elderly lady brought a piece of junk mail to the desk. It was the kind that is disguised to look like airmail and it said something about an African country on the front, but there was US postage and a US return address on the back. The poor little lady was all disturbed because she didn't know anyone in that country and why would they send her a letter? (It was unopened. I wondered if she

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A young man smelling of super-condensed cigarette smoke asked if there was a bus that went from this town to the neighboring town. He informed me that he just got out of jail and they took his car. He had to be at work at Safeway in four hours to decorate cakes. "What will people do if I am not there to decorate their cakes?"I told him they would probably have crappy birthdays, so I attempted to

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Lady: Do you have any books on music supervisors?Me: [doing a keyword search] Can you tell me what you mean by "music supervisor"?Her: You know. It's like your job only it's the person who picks out music for movies.Oh! I see. It's exactly like my job...only not at all.

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I was showing a lady how to use the OPACs. She wanted books on Italian art. Eventually she suggested searching for the Sistine Chapel. So I type it in. her: "X"me: "what?"her: "It should have an 'x'"me: "where?"her: "s-i-x.."me: "um, I'm pretty sure it's spelled with an 's'"I love having people watch me type.

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Problem: "The computer won't take my card!"Solution: "That's your Hollywood Video card."I almost felt bad pointing that out.

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"I need phonics tapes." I give her a Hooked on Phonics kit with flash cards, cassettes, some little book, etc. "It's not a video. Is this good for a four year old?"Same lady (a really annoying grandparent reader) was very impressed with her volunteer status and even though she kept asking me for help for every little thing she wanted, she would butt in to answer any time someone else asked me a

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A grungy looking man came into the children's library yesterday. He asked if we had a pair of scissors he could use to trim his hair. My coworker wisely told him we didn't have any for that purpose.

Krazy Krafterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11081828760562947342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3610411.post-1156882227477992952006-08-29T15:05:00.000-05:002006-08-29T15:10:27.490-05:00

There is this little preschool girl we see on a regular basis. She is so talkative and demands your entire attention. No wonder her mom sends her to talk to us. She wants a break. One day she was very insistent that she needed "printheth movies." Apparently it didn't matter what kind as long as they contained substatial coverage of princesses.Another day she stood in front of me at the desk going

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I can't think of a title for this one, but a few weeks ago, I was manning the greeter desk when this dude walked by and then stopped and said "One day at band camp..." I looked at him blankly, which prompted him to repeat himself: "One day at band camp..." Finally he clarified. "You remind me of that chick on American Pie."Because that was a discussion I did not want to participate in, I told him

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