She un-quit. My salvation.
We're all so frigging disgusted with the way the new woman is running (failing to run) the program that we've actually started thinking of ways the old director was better. Sure, she was a thief and a liar and a bitch and hated children, but she sure knew how to organize the place. Co-worker who did not quit after all said it best: "It's like moving to Soviet Russia and, every once in a while, thinking back fondly on life in Nazi Germany. It sucked, but at least there was always toilet paper."
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I'm trying to resist the temptation to name the Bookmaster. I don't know his name but no one's ever looked more like a Leo, except maybe the one Leo I've ever met. The library's computer system was completely dead the other day, which meant all checkouts had to be written out by hand, and I couldn't have been happier to wait in line because I knew when it was my turn I'd have quite a lot of counter time with the Bookmaster. He's so wonderful. His voice is NPR smooth and his heavy eyelids just kill me. We didn't even say anything important but when I walked away from the counter, I felt like I'd been given a foot massage.
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I got to work a little early today and discovered something. Usually when I get there, the bus (singular. the school is that charmingly small) is parked by the curb at the front entrance. Today I found out that, due to idiotic traffic flow caused by year-old construction work, Creepy Steve has to BACK it into position. This involves turning the thing around in a narrow residential street, on a HILL no less, then backing it up a tight channel in the parking lot for a distance of about a city block before swinging it into its spot alongside the curb. Not only this, but dude PARALLEL PARKED it between two SUVs. He did it fast, too, without hesitation. He's practiced it every day for a year or more, but still, damn.
Sadly I made the mistake of complimenting Creepy Steve on the skills. I once listened to him tell a story the whole way through. I was sorry about that too. Because of the compliment, he tried to buy me a drink. That sounds pretty innocent unless you know that he was leaning in what I think he thought was a suave, manly manner against a Coke machine, sneering lewdly at me from under his enormous bushy mustache. Yeah. Thanks but no thanks, polo shirt. Then he showed me his, I am not kidding, SCHOOL BUS RELATED HUMOROUS IMAGE that he PRINTED off the INTERNET.
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If I owe you something in the mail, I'm a jackass and I'm sorry. I've been scattered and bad lately but I'm going to try to do better, if only in the postal department. Fun stuff will be on the way soon.
