In that I work at the library, I have many a story
to tell. It can either be about the feelings regarding administrative initiatives
or in reference to the huddled masses
that pass through our doors.
Last night the mass of skewed nerve endings, questionable
brain chemistry and physical disabilities all
converged on my and my overtired and poorly trained coworkers in one untidy
package. This patron is truly a collection
of all that can go wrong and does; and he's not happy about it and will do his best to both make us aware and share in his state of affairs.
There is no way, and I mean no way, that I can convey his troubles in words, even pictures, it would have to be a movie. I'll combine Rainman
, My Left Foot
and George W. Bush
. Add a little pinch
of Bill O'Reilly
and you have a small part of the picture.
This customer does not like to leave when we close. His pile of papers that he's endlessly been shuffling
for the hours he's in the building, drop to the floor
, or suddenly need to be collated and filed, yet it's nine o'clock and all the lights are out
and the staff is surrounding him after repeated efforts by individuals requesting that he get his things together and just go
. Eventually with threats and cajoling he does leave, it's both with relief and despair
that the thing is done, a drama played out of just another day.