Have you ever noticed how ticked off librarians get when you try to re-shelve books? I would, I'm one of them. Every Saturday, I work at my cities public library for four hours. Even with just my few hours, I've come to the conclusion that it shouldn't be the dentists who have the highest job suicide rate, but the librarians.
Can you imagine sitting in front of 9 zillion books all day, trying to sort out the Nesbits from the Nersbits and 438-M19 from 438-M26? Working at the library is painful and dangerous. That's right I said dangerous. Every week I come home from working at the library with scratched up hands, bleeding from every pour and bulging to the size of the moon from caluses. And By the way, have you seen how tall the shelves are at the library? They at least have to be 50 ft! Okay fine, maybe they're not 50 feet, but I'm a little short so that kind of puts things in perspective. If you thought trying to reach books on the top shelves was bad, try putting away books up there.
If one tiny book leans in the wrong direction, you're history. That's another thing. Have you ever noticed how the the heaviest, deadly books are always on the top shelves? I've decided this is a communist conspiracy made to destroy all of the complaining library pages like myself.
I don't think anyone ever really notices how easy it would be to sabotage the library. This is the reason librarians are so snappy about not putting away books. If one book is put in the wrong place, it can be lost for centuries, and when someone needs that books it's the librarians who get blamed. If you were to just move books to different shelves, you could reek havoc for all the people at the library. If you decide to try this, please don't try on Saturdays when I'm there.
Well anyways, I could go on forever and ever about my complaints about the my amazingly intense job of working at the library, but I don't want to excite you too much. So as you can see librarians like myself deserve more credit for what they do. From now on after you've read this blog I hope that you will have a different perspective on librarians and smile knowningly when they complain about mis-shelved books.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
A Cinderella Story
A while ago, I was at a sleep over with some friends of mine. it was about one or two in the morning, and just about everyone had gone to sleep except for me and another girl. We were talking about the most random things, like roosters, ping-pong, soccer, alligators and anything else that didn't make sense to be talking about. However, a rather COPIUS chunck of this crazy conversation actually stuck with me. We were debating whether or not Lucifer, the cat on the Disney's Cinderella, actually died when he fell from the top of a tall tower. So did Lucifer really die?
My friend thought he didn't. It's common knowledge for any cat owner, that when you drop a cat on it's back, it will spin around in the air and land on it's feet. She also insisted that because a cat has nine lives, and because Cinderella is a Disney movie, the cat could not have died.
I, on the other on the other hand, am not so sure that he lived. It was a very tall tower that he fell from, and as it shows him falling through the air on his back, he's screeching loudly and his paws are waving frantically in the air. Furthermore, who wouldn't die after being chased up flights of stairs by a dog like Bruno?
The true solution is blatently obvious. Lucifer died because he fell from approxomately eight stories in the air. Even if he was able to land on his feet, the force from the fall would still crush him. Hence, as usual, I was right, and the person debating me was wrong.
My friend thought he didn't. It's common knowledge for any cat owner, that when you drop a cat on it's back, it will spin around in the air and land on it's feet. She also insisted that because a cat has nine lives, and because Cinderella is a Disney movie, the cat could not have died.
I, on the other on the other hand, am not so sure that he lived. It was a very tall tower that he fell from, and as it shows him falling through the air on his back, he's screeching loudly and his paws are waving frantically in the air. Furthermore, who wouldn't die after being chased up flights of stairs by a dog like Bruno?
The true solution is blatently obvious. Lucifer died because he fell from approxomately eight stories in the air. Even if he was able to land on his feet, the force from the fall would still crush him. Hence, as usual, I was right, and the person debating me was wrong.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
There are many amazing people who have lived in our world. Benjamin Franklin is one of many of them. Why is he so amazing? If you analyze his life one, of the things you'll likely find is that he is the youngest of 17 children. He isn't the only amazing person in the world who is the youngest. Millions of actors, politicians and other prominent people in our society are the youngest children in their families. So what is it that makes all these youngest children so amazing?
I myself am the youngest of eight children. Being the youngest in the family has many advantages. The most obvious advantage I have in being the youngest is the relationship I have with my parents. I can pretty much get whatever I want off of them because there's no one else left to spend their money on. However, this relationship does have a few down sides. For example, even right now, this blog I'm writing is an assignment for my English, class and my mom is being extremely officious because she has no one else to bug about doing his/her homework. Also speaking of no one else, THERE IS NO ONE ELSE!! Except for one brother I have left at home going to college, but he's never around, so its pretty much just me and my parents. I guess you could say the only true disadvantage to being the youngest is when everyone else leaves its just you and them(your parents).
But back in the days when most of my siblings were at home, boy was life great. I have six brothers and one sister who are all older and have had more experiences than me. Whenever I'm going into a new class at school, I have seven people to consult on which teachers are good and which are bad; and not only that, I can always rely and live off of the good impressions left on teachers by my older brothers and sister. My older siblings also supply me with a standard to reach in all I do. They never fail to build in me the want to do better than them, no matter how feudal the situation may appear. I thank all of my brothers for my love of sports. All my life in whatever sport I've been playing, I've had six coaches on hand to tell me how to improve. My siblings have taught me to do many things I never would have learned by myself. Many people feel sympathy towards the youngest of big families because of all the teasing and torment they have to go through from their older siblings. I totally disagree with this sympathy. I am so grateful to my older brothers and sister for teasing me etc. Without all these experiences they give me, who knows how badly I'd handle my life?
So as you can see, the youngest of families are almost always the amazing and brilliant people in society. They have to live up to all of their older siblings if not exceed them, and they have all the materials provided to do so.
I myself am the youngest of eight children. Being the youngest in the family has many advantages. The most obvious advantage I have in being the youngest is the relationship I have with my parents. I can pretty much get whatever I want off of them because there's no one else left to spend their money on. However, this relationship does have a few down sides. For example, even right now, this blog I'm writing is an assignment for my English, class and my mom is being extremely officious because she has no one else to bug about doing his/her homework. Also speaking of no one else, THERE IS NO ONE ELSE!! Except for one brother I have left at home going to college, but he's never around, so its pretty much just me and my parents. I guess you could say the only true disadvantage to being the youngest is when everyone else leaves its just you and them(your parents).
But back in the days when most of my siblings were at home, boy was life great. I have six brothers and one sister who are all older and have had more experiences than me. Whenever I'm going into a new class at school, I have seven people to consult on which teachers are good and which are bad; and not only that, I can always rely and live off of the good impressions left on teachers by my older brothers and sister. My older siblings also supply me with a standard to reach in all I do. They never fail to build in me the want to do better than them, no matter how feudal the situation may appear. I thank all of my brothers for my love of sports. All my life in whatever sport I've been playing, I've had six coaches on hand to tell me how to improve. My siblings have taught me to do many things I never would have learned by myself. Many people feel sympathy towards the youngest of big families because of all the teasing and torment they have to go through from their older siblings. I totally disagree with this sympathy. I am so grateful to my older brothers and sister for teasing me etc. Without all these experiences they give me, who knows how badly I'd handle my life?
So as you can see, the youngest of families are almost always the amazing and brilliant people in society. They have to live up to all of their older siblings if not exceed them, and they have all the materials provided to do so.
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