  There was an interesting guy at work today. This may take a little getting-to. For those who don't know, and i'm assuming this is all of you since I just started posting here, I work at the local library. I shelve books and I talk to my coworkers and I get paid, and that's just about it. Today was the start of two things for me; my coworkers and I started working four hour shifts instead of the typical three hour ones we use during the school year, and the summer reading program officially started taking requests. The four hour thing will be easy to get used to since it comes with more money. The summer reading program, however, is the source of so many little kids that it boggles my mind how libraries ever came to be considered quiet. Kids will be screaming and running through the aisles, and when I try to shelve my assigned section there will be two-foot-tall blonde headed kids screaming for the snake books.
I was tired after I got through my shelving assignments today. I got back to the shelving room where we keep all the materials waiting to be re-ordered and replaced on the shelves, and I had myself a soda. And then Rachael comes in and tells me that she's been relaxing for the last hour and a half. I ask her where she was relaxing and why she didn't get caught, and she tells me that she's been sitting in on the kiddie magic show all afternoon. And I made it back to the shelving room just in time to help him pack up. So I plod over to the meeting room, this long carpeted room in the corner of the library that has actual art on the walls instead of plush dolls from the children's section, and I walk over to the far end where, amidst about twenty big black boxes on wheels, there is this slightly pudgy guy in his forties.
He has his hair in a buzz cut and is wearing a button down shirt with something about the entertaining industry embroidered near his breast pocket. Tanya is already in there, standing with the hands on her hips and smiling, listening to this old guy ramble on as his bends over and places a boxy cover on a portable sound board. He's talking about this old school teacher of his who was apparently rich as all hell. The entertainer cracks jokes about him in just about every sentence, and actively represents Rodney Dangerfield. Rod tells me that his old government teacher is the main reason that he doesn't have kids today. "Would you invite a dog who shits all over the place into your house for a day? The hell you would.
With a kid, you're stuck for life! " When we get his stuff to the parking lot, he rolls around his child-molester van that he got for the high price of $800 three years ago. It's his prize possesion, and it's still holding up with duct tape in only a few places. We load up the truck and let him go, and then harass the new pages as they collect books from the book drop-off bins. I sit with my back to the cement barrier so that if my boss looks out the window, it will look like a little kid just sitting there, hanging out. Tanya whines about needing to go back inside to get back to work. Kelsey sits smirking on the cement barrier and tells Tanya to calm the hell down. It's too hot out, but the shade from the elm trees is cooler than you'd ever imagine it could be. The new pages bicker and giggle about not being able to shut the bin's door without it jamming. It's summer. 
