Arrrrgh! The saga of the unhappy library patrons goes on and on. Merciful heavens, when will it end? Today we received a two page typed rant in the mail signed by the woman's husband. He took pains to point out that he's a PhD, lectures at an area university, and has spent A LOT of time in libraries in his life. He feels qualified to spot a clunker library when he sees one.
He also devoted a couple paragraphs to my rudeness, unhelpfulness, and general unworthiness to take up space on the planet.
What is with these people? Most of the people we serve are a such a delight. I enjoy my work and feel fulfilled and that I'm making a contribution. This sort of irritation makes my work a whole lot less fun. Speaking of clunkers, there aren't many, but I have a couple names I might submit for consideration.
But no. I'm done with them; no more mental energy devoted to this issue.
On a more positive note, we've been invited to apply for a hefty technology grant. Our library, tiny as it is, is the only public library in the county with a blog and one of very few offering scanning, desktop publishing services, and a circulating digital camera. I think that's pretty cool.
The brain is fried. I'm off to get into the sock monkey pajamas and work on the Kimono Shawl. Five repeats down, a mere twenty to go.