Bah! I don't believe in it usually, but it seemed to be in full force today. I didn't even know it was Ft13th today, but when I walked into work and did a few things I somehow knew it was gona be an annoying day. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I was still mostly right. Later I found out it was the 13th, so I guess it counts. Full moon days also seem to bring out the crazies....then again, that's almost a normal night at the library.
Anyway, seemed like all these unlikely things happened today. For one, this lady's fax just would NOT go through, so she came back and hour later. It went through after a few more tries, but OMG...somehow a 50 PAGE FAX came TOO us while we were sending hers OUT. Right in the middle of it. This has never happned so far that I remember. Just amazing that happened today. Not like it's that crazy annoying or anything, but 50 pages?! Right when this lady's fax - that had trouble going through - was in the middle of sending?
To top that off there was a ton of melcat for the front-desk person to do, and of course there were problems with those too (melcat is a system to send books from libraries outside of our system to our library. We basically have to go through this long ass process to make the book a temporary book in our system and - well it is tedious, i'll jus say that). Thankfully I wasn't on the front desk today, though I may as well have been, since the place was a madhouse and I had to stick to the desk to help out.
As for my own duties there were the standard amount of folks and thankfully there were minimal amounts of teens today. I figured we'd be crawling with them since they're on break right now, but I guess the usual noisy magazine ripping kids had other things to do today. So much the better. Speaking of magazine ripping, though: there was one creepy dude looking through ALL the Cosmopolitan magazines very closely. Always someone. Thankfully it didn't look like he ripped out any pages, but I didn't flip through all of them completely (and hell, it's not like I can do anything about it). I can't really say anything to anyone about creepily looking through magazines; I mean who knows? Maybe he's really getting info out of them. And of course if he does rip any pages out, he'll do it while I'm not around and there's not a thing I can do about it.
ANYWAY...like I said, I don't usually believe in the Friday the 13th stuff, but it seemed to work it's crazy mojo today a little bit.
"Since you got here by not thinking, it seems reasonable to expect that, in order to get out, you must start thinking." ~ Tock, the Watchdog