The Long Dark Indian Summer of the Soul
Sep. 1st, 2004 12:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayhapMy little brother has gone back to school. Everyone in Missouri has gone back to school. The school-going contingent of my flist? Has pretty much gone back to school. Whereas I've still got a couple more weeks of summer.
No, I'm not gloating. (Well, only a little.) It's a bit odd to be the only one still on summer time, doing summer things, all by myself. Get to catch up a bit more on my reading, though.
Last night at work my Fluffy-Headed Boss gave me a fun task as she was leaving--taking down all the paper cut-outs from the summer reading program bulletin so that we could put them in a box--thousands of them--and leave them for kids to hunt through for hours on end, trying to find the shapes with their name written on it. Yeah.
About a half an hour later, she called the library to clarify: actually, none of the pages should do any work at all. She gave me another fun task--going through the library pulling tags from someone's test cart to make sure they did a good job, which they did--and told all the other pages to shelfread. Oh, another example of her particular brand of oblivious incompetence--she assigned sections to shelfread to everyone right after I started working. She did not give me any sections, and she kept extending that assignment, from one month to two to all summer, such that I have done basically no shelfreading at all, and thus had to work extra-hard to find things to do when there were no books to shelve (i.e., every shift I've worked since school started ...)
Now, as of today--when I'm not even working there another full two weeks--she gave me a whole three sections to do, one of adult fiction (fun, easy to do) and two of juvenile non-fiction (not at all fun, hellishly slow to do, ain't no way those suckers are getting done). Just, honestly. She's not very good with logistics; I don't know how our library keeps going, but somehow it does.
My shirt has wings on it!
No, I'm not gloating. (Well, only a little.) It's a bit odd to be the only one still on summer time, doing summer things, all by myself. Get to catch up a bit more on my reading, though.
Last night at work my Fluffy-Headed Boss gave me a fun task as she was leaving--taking down all the paper cut-outs from the summer reading program bulletin so that we could put them in a box--thousands of them--and leave them for kids to hunt through for hours on end, trying to find the shapes with their name written on it. Yeah.
About a half an hour later, she called the library to clarify: actually, none of the pages should do any work at all. She gave me another fun task--going through the library pulling tags from someone's test cart to make sure they did a good job, which they did--and told all the other pages to shelfread. Oh, another example of her particular brand of oblivious incompetence--she assigned sections to shelfread to everyone right after I started working. She did not give me any sections, and she kept extending that assignment, from one month to two to all summer, such that I have done basically no shelfreading at all, and thus had to work extra-hard to find things to do when there were no books to shelve (i.e., every shift I've worked since school started ...)
Now, as of today--when I'm not even working there another full two weeks--she gave me a whole three sections to do, one of adult fiction (fun, easy to do) and two of juvenile non-fiction (not at all fun, hellishly slow to do, ain't no way those suckers are getting done). Just, honestly. She's not very good with logistics; I don't know how our library keeps going, but somehow it does.
My shirt has wings on it!
