Illiterate librarians

Don’t you think that if you get a job in a library you should be required to know your freaking alphabet?! I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. That just seems like a pre-requisite for the job!

After dropping Eli at preschool this morning, Georgia and I went to the library (after stopping off for coffee) to pick up a book I had on hold. I decided it would be easier to go with just Georgia since Eli manages to snag 2-3 DVDs every time we enter the library. I put Georgia in her stroller and was immediately faced with the men who go out of their way to avoid opening the door for me. Yes, here comes a mom with a stroller trying to maneuver her way in the door. Let’s go through another door instead of offering to help. That seems f*cking reasonable, doesn’t it? I wish I had the phone number of their mothers. It’s not as though I’m helpless. I have my stroller driving down to an art form (I only hit people when I want to – and trust me, sometimes I definitely want to), and I can maneuver through a door in record time. That does not mean I don’t appreciate it when someone opens the damn door for me. And did I mention it was raining?!!

But I digress. Once we entered the library, I went over to wait my turn in line. I had been on the waiting list for this particular book for a few months, and I was excited it was finally in. This is one of my money-saving tips. I have stopped buying books for myself, which was a very costly habit for me. Now, I just check them all out from the library.

When I sidled up to the desk, I immediately spotted my book on the shelf. I whipped out my wallet to get my library card. Not there. Crap. Eric had picked up a DVD for me last week and had not returned my card. The woman said that was okay. She just needed my driver’s license. I handed her my license, and proceeded to watch her type in my name incorrectly three times. Grrrr . . . I finally said, “Can’t I just give you my library card number? Would that help?”

She glared at me. “You know your card number? And you’re just telling me this now?!” Oh no she didn’t! I assumed since she asked for ID, she needed ID. She didn’t ask for my freaking card number!

Once she finally pulled me up in her system, she turned around to look for my book on the shelf, which is alphabetized. My last name starts with an F, and I saw my book right there under F. Miss Charm School was looking under G, then H. Then she turned to me and said she couldn’t find it. I then lunged across the desk and grabbed her neck . . . oh no, wait! That’s just what I wanted to do. I actually said, “Really? Because I can see my book right there on the shelf.”

She turned up her nose. “Where?!” I pointed. “Right there.” And recited the title and the author. She then saw it and said, “Well! It’s in the wrong place. How am I supposed to find it when it’s in the wrong place?!” Good Lord, this woman needed a smack. Followed by spelling lessons.

I finally got my book and off I went. I decided to forego the rest of my errands. If errands start out like that, they usually just go down hill. So, I think going home was a wise decision on my part.

On an unrelated note, I decided to make an easy dinner and fixed Julie’s Ziploc omelettes! Yum-o!!! I added cheese, diced ham, onions and green peppers! Highly recommended!!