What I do? Or Reasons to be Glad You are not the Boss.

This week has been a special week at work. It has also been finals week, which has been special all by itself. I don't want to complain, because I just read a lovely blog post about one of my friend's challenges and achievements and not complaining about them. So, I would just like to share some special moments from my week, and mostly from today, my Saturday as the Boss of the library.

Let's go in Chronological order here:

Wednesday, I got to report to my coworkers about what I've learned this past semester. That was a little like sitting for a board of judges. They asked be questions about what they learned in library school and I had to try to answer with what I learned.

Then I got to go to Head Start for my last First Book storytime of the season. Then, back to the library where I accidentally ran into the Mayor having a meeting with all of the staff. Oops! I forgot about the Mayor!

It's a good thing I could make it up to myself by doing a long distance interview, talking to my director, and going home earlier than usual. (I still put in a full day, but it's a treat to go home before 6:30 around here.)

Thursday, I'm sitting at the desk when all of the sudden, BOOM! A large man who had come in with a group hit the floor of the children's department and started convulsing. I've been a witness to seizures before, but nothing this big (the man or the seizures). His group of friends included some trained professionals, which was good, because all I thought to do was move some books out of the way and look rather silly as I watched.

Saturday, was the best of all. I'm not actually out at a service desk. I'm in my office doing some work and answering any supervisory questions that come my way. This is how it went . . . I started out the day with two of my staff members misreading the schedule and coming late, continued on with a run to Radio Shack for some adaptors. Went ahead with the usual angry patrons, flushed a severely maimed fish from our library pond, and rounded out the afternoon with a trip to the men's restroom to clean up some one's sickness.

As I carried my mop and bucket (and can of disinfectant) back to the janitor closet I was thinking how great it would be to go back to just "schlepping" books. But I couldn't. I love my job!!! The good parts are too good to go back!