library-ness

I LOVE my job at the library. I am writing this post from the library.

You know you have a good job when you usually look forward to working and when, if you're having a bad day, you go in to work and always feel better by the end of your shift.

Here are some reasons why it's so great:

Great co-workers.
Interesting Patrons
Great hours.
Great co-workers
no-stress
conveniently close to school
Great co-workers and bosses.
AND my pay checks are tax-free during the school year, since I get paid from a grant. love it.

Sometimes, I don't even want to leave when my shift is over.

And today, I have 2 stories to share with you from yesterday's shift.

During the shift, my co-worker comes in the back (where I also happened to be.) to tell SupervisorCS what had just happened out front. You need to know, before I begin, that Mike Freeman is the Director of the Library, the big-wig, head honcho. I think the only person he reports to is President Holland (president of UVU). Anyway.
Co-worker begins. Gentleman A comes down and returns a text-book(2hour checkout only.)
2 minutes later friend of Gentleman A, Gentleman B(G.B.), comes down and asks if he can check out the same book. Yet, Gentleman B does not attend UVU, does not have a library card, is not allowed to check out said textbook.
So, c0-worker explains this to G.B. but G.B. wants to use his drivers license as collateral. No go. not allowed.
G.B says to co-worker, "Do you know Mike Freeman?"
Co-worker, "uh.. sort of. I know who he is. But, I don't really know him."
G.B "Well, Mike is my neighbor. You don't think he would mind if I checked this book out, do you? Why don't you call him and ask if it's ok."
ok, A, it's 8 o'clock at night. B, G.B wants us to call our boss' boss' boss, at home!
Co-worker says, "Well, if you want to call and ask, go right a head. otherwise, you can wait the 30 minutes and your friend can come and check it out again."
Haha, Name dropping at the library. Gotta love it.

Also, last night, I was on the closing shift. 6-midnight.
I'm in the back, laminating some books. And my supervisor comes and starts chatting with me. I'm not sure how, but we got on the topic of ghosts. And he proceeds to tell me this experience he had while he was on his mission, while serving as a Zone Leader in Tooele Utah. Basically there was a ghost in an Elders' apartment and my supervisor didn't believe them. When he went to check it out for himself he heard voices and saw the bathroom light rapidly flashing on and off and saw a door slam shut. Anyway, the next day he had that companionship moved out.

So, then we start talking about scary movies we've all seen. (By this time other co-workers had joined in.) And Supervisor decided to show us some videos on YouTube of real life ghost sitings. Now, this doesn't really bother me. I am more scared by the fake movies than the real thing. Just because the movies are incredibly exaggerated. Anyway, I get home after we close the library and I'm finally getting in bed at right around 1am. I had washed my face and everything, and I went in my room and left the light off and closed the blinds and found myself in serious darkness. So, I hop in bed and keep telling myself not to freak out. No worries. I feel good, my mind is just trying to play tricks on me. The closet door was open and I was nervous about things hiding inside. Finally, I was getting so sleepy and about to fall asleep, when I felt something on my cheek! I flinched in horror and brushed my hand over where I had felt something. And I find....my decorative pillow, the corner of which had grazed my cheek. I picked my pillow up and threw it in annoyance. And I feel asleep two seconds later. It's a good thing I was exhausted.

the end.