Working at a library

Today, i went to work and muddled thorugh the foolish everyday tasks of keeping a local library up and running. I put the books away in alphabetical order by author, and then by title. Then, after i did all of that, i walked around the entire library and made sure that they were in fact in alphabetical order. Upon doing this, some little brat and his unattentive mother came into the library, and the little brat decided that while his mother was in the bathroom, he would knock over the entire rack of DVDs. "They just all fell over" was his excuse when his mother asked what had happened. A good page would have picked them all up, however, i realized that i could leave in ten minutes and pretended not to notice what had happened and continued looking over the new-release section for misshelved books.

Every wednesday, a group of mentally retarded people come to the library. Personally i have no problems at all with these people, however, it angers me to the tenth degree when they walk around and misplace things all over the library. You would think that their aids would help to re-shelve the magazines that they unknowingly misplaced, however, they do not and i am left with the daunting task of fixing the magazine rack every week. This is not as simple as it seems. Our magazine rack is elongated and awkward, so it is nearly impossible to put the newest issue of "Allure", (that was carelessly misplaced in the "People" magazine section by a library patron) back into its rightful position without it being a chore. Then,on my trek back to the "Allure" section, i usually find some random magazine that i never even knew existed ("Mother Jones Diary", "Architecturl Digest") placed near the "National Geographic" section, which is all the way at the other end of the magazine rack. It is incredibly unfortunate. I hope to the good Lord in heaven that i can find a different job soon. Otherwise, i may be forced to douse the library in gasoline and light the damned magazine rack on fire.

Boredom

Today was wednesday the thirtieth. There is something special that happened today, can you guess it? That's right, you can't, because nothing ever happens at that godforsaken place we call a high school, or the local library, where I deal with the day to day problems that a local library would go through, which also consists of nothing. My job is boring, my classes are boring, and even my weekends are boring sometimes. But what is boredom? Is it the act of having nothing to do, or does it have to do with things being there to be done but not coming of interest for the bored individual at hand? Or it could just be that one does not have the will to make something interesting, which goes back to sheer laziness. I think that it is mostly laziness, but Im telling you, it takes a great deal of effort to make an entire Algebra 2 class exciting. As hard as I try, I only get these little bits of time where the class necomes non-boring. Lame.

Anyways, Winnisquam seems to cooking up quite alot of boredom lately, and that is no good. That means that teachers are not making class interesting, and therefore not at all productive, except for nerds and geeks, and this leads to lower test scores which eventually lead to losing creditation. Boredom also leads kids to do stupid things just to kill time, in my case that consists of filling out numerous myspace surveys, lame, i know. But in many cases it leads kids to do things like graffitiing the walls of the local elementary school, Vandalizing cars in the school parking lot, or throwing apples at the wall, which I actually did once, and the only good thing that came out of that was that i now have a claim to fame in that i was the first one to ever be caught by the new camera system. I ended up spending an hour with the janitors after school helping to clean up the english wing. I didnt get to attend the pep rally, but the time was spent in Ms. Nelson's class watching "Pimp My Ride". So much better than losing your voice to the cheering competition.

SO in conclusion, i have concluded, that my concluded conclusion has come to the conclusion that the conclusion is that nothing is happening at Winnisquam, but iI can smell something coming real soon...