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Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Much Music for a Very Tired Employee ...

... yet another horrible day at the books yesterday. Dinosaur storytime was great. I had about 30 kids and a ton of adults, which is a lot for a weekday morning, but I didn't get the morning shelving done until around three in the afternoon. The kids section was shot to shit. There were stacks of books all over my desk and nothing was straightened. I mean, I know that our new morning zoning work detail people won't be doing any work in my section, once again leaving me to do everything by myself save a few bays zoned and a few shelves dusted by one of my loyal but oft stolen employees, but I thought at least the morning people could help me shelve. I mean, for fucks sake, they're shelvers! But no. I was covering the customer service desk, answering phones, cleaning the men's bathroom, shelving the morning cart all day, doing storytime, putting away that day's shipment, and (IF there was any time) selling kids books and straightening my section. I went in at 8:30 am and didn't take my first break until 1:45, followed by my lunch at sometime around 2:30, which is not only completely fucking wrong but it might even be illegal now that I think about it.


It's now a day later and I am sore all over from busting my ass all day. All I canthink of is, this is all bullshit. It's sad not that I am constantly pushing myself to my physical and mental limits, but that I'm doing that a few times a week to a chorus of uncaring silence and constant financial problems. And seeing as how tonight's the Harry Potter club, which takes me all day to get ready for, today will probably be another repeat of today, with me busting my ass yet again to little or no fanfare. If it wasn't for my Harry Potter kids, I wouldn't even want to set foot in there, no matter how tight Marisa's shirt might be.


The only thing that cheered me up is the new Format cd Dog Problems. Great fucking cd of music. I've never heard sadness sound so happy before. Oh, and I got a replacement iPod finally. If it wasn't for the new cd and the iPod, I probably would have spent last night crying about my job.


Here's some music straight from the muthafuckin' Wind Clan ...


Bloc Party: So Here We Are

U2: Summer Rain

MF Doom: Saffron (instrumental)

Porno for Pyros: Pets

The Beatles: Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The End

King Geedorah: Monster Zero

Cake: I Will Survive

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