Saturday, April 2, 2016
A no good day (with swearing)
Today was a no good day at the library.
I woke up pasty, sluggish, and headachy from too much wine and cheese, but perhaps more so from too many days worked, and too many days til vacation, and too many things to do in front of me for weeks and weeks. I tore myself away from the loveliness of home and went to work. It was a weekend day, short staffed and busy. Everything fell out wrong for me. The family needing five library cards comes to me. The man on the phone, who I'm afraid may be going insane, calls me to ask what his due dates are so many times that I have memorized not just the dates, but every nuance of his voice and manner, the meaning in all his hesitations, and every detail on his account. I help a woman who has been registered with two library cards and has copious fines on both. I help the young family struck with 75 dollars of fines on their account for a small mistake, their wee, adorable children clutching their precious library finds tremulously as we work it out. Co-workers are bizarrely inconsiderate to me. The machines won't work right. There's something wrong with my milk for my coffee. The rain is coming. My toe hurts.
And then I am putting away some books on the Dalai Lama. There is the Dalai Lama.
The Dalai Lama said:
Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
And really, that's okay. But just for today, if you will indulge me, and I swear it is only for today, can I simply say:
The Dalai Lama never had to work for a living in a fucking library.