My erstwhile library aide, Minerva, has relapsed with the nasty flu sweeping the countryside and been ordered back to bed for the next few days, so I am flying solo in the library.
Minerva womans the front desk and knows all those technical aspects such as adding borrowers and things, not that I couldn’t but Minerva has been library guru for some eight years and though she has no formal qualifications she has perfected a system that works damn well, and even I, the Goddess Flamingo Dancer am not going to mess with her system. I am not only a Goddess, but also an all-round wise woman, as you know.
I was kinda, sorta given an offer to call in a parent to fill in, but as the mother had not worked here for more than one or two times and then under intense supervision, I politely declined. And who wouldn’t want the opportunity to make themselves a hero by holding down the library fort solo, right!
Yeah, dumb. I declined because I knew it would just mean more work than I was going to have anyway. I would have been just as chained to the front desk as I was anyway.
It always appears to be the same staff members that have the emergencies, last minute panics because they didn’t prepare for their class until they walked into the classroom with the students. I do what I can to assist, but it has been a good exercise in learning to say “no”. One of the school secretaries, the brave sole that does the printing and photocopying, has a sign above her desk that says “lack of planning on your part, does not constitute an emergency on my part”.
And of course, now that my role is secure, I can give full reign to my evilosity. No, no; never in your wildest dreams: you are expecting me to do what, when? Get out of here…
Let the fireworks begin!