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Posted Nov 9, 2011 by Agapanthus
I did the late shift at work today. It's part of my contract to do a late shift every other week. After all, the Library of Glum is open pretty late in the evenings, and is at its busiest between 5pm and 8pm, and SOMEONE needs to man the desk. Battlements. Harpoons. All three.
Unfortunately (and I am worried about them), one of my colleagues was taken seriously ill a few days ago, and the colleague dragged in to replace them had a horrible emergency (worried about them too), so we were short-staffed at the busy time of a surprisingly busy evening (who are all these people and why are they in my library?)
Not one person was impatient, or rude, or unreasonable, or difficult. Not one. Which is lovely and plumps my shrivelled, prune-like embittered heart, especially after the entitlement-issues shenanigans of the last few weeks (bitch snivel moan). But there were just SO MANY of them, queues of them, all wanting my attention, without a single break, for hours, and I am a natural introvert and I finding dealing with people draining, and now all I can think is PLEASE EVERYONE GO AWAY NO TALKY TO AG NO NO NO NO SHHHHH.
And to think I had planned to write something really quite intellectual and involved tonight. I don't know whether to apologise or congratulate you all, Gentle Readers, on your narrow escape.
It's the smiling I'm forced to do in my job that gets to me. I find I have to give people unpleasant darkly blank stares all the way home to compensate.
Some days we get all the nice people at once and all the crabby ones at once. I certainly sympathize with you needing some space after all that. There are times when we've had an especially large number of people in here when I imagine heaven being a hermit's cave.
It's OK Ag, you know I'm one of your fans when it comes to your rants It's the way you express yourself even when ranting.
'my shrivelled, prune-like embittered heart' is definitely something that triggers images in my mind. And when I see the images, they in turn trigger emotions. Hard to explain.