You wake up one day and think “Hey! I like books, I like reading, I like research, and I
tolerate like helping people! I should TOTALLY become a librarian! Nothing gross could possibly happen there!”
You. Are. SO. Wrong.
While working the desk, I hear this retching sound. Turns out this guy was throwing up blood in one of the stacks. He RUNS out, leaving the mess – and his hat – behind. I go and see the damage and put a chair over it so nobody can step on it before the custodian gets the
flamethrower cleaning materials. The guy comes BACK in, puts the chair BACK at the table, puts his hat BACK on, AND PUTS THE BOOK HE BARFED BLOOD ON BACK ON THE SHELF. I find it dribbling onto the metal shelf (thankfully not onto any other books). I take a bunch of tissues and nudge the thing back onto the floor and put the chair back over the entire mess.
What gets be about this is be didn’t say a damn thing. If people haddn’t heard him throwing up, nobody would have known.
This is not when I signed up for when I went for my MLS. XD
Currently, I smell like the inside of a hand sanitizer bottle and I STILL feel soiled. I feel like I wanna shower in bleach. Bring on the drunk tranny anytime who calls me a Cracker anytime. She’s much easier to deal with. >_<