I'm kind of sick of the baseball challenge, which is good because I'm pretty sure the season's started. Guess what? I was almost crushed today! Crushed like my 2001 pet mouse Nicki between two closed pages of The Beatles Anthology! #Karma. #Accidents.
Well. Most of the people who read my blog have already heard this story, and the rest are probably mad at me for dropping out of the baseball challenge. #Inevitables. #ThatBeingSaid, The Berkeley library has shelves on runners that you have to move back and forth by turning a big crank on the side. That way they can be stacked up next to each other, enabling the storage of more books. We aren't the only library to have this system, but we are the only library employing me, which is why I'm explaining this.
The nice thing about our library is that every shelf is clearly marked with the instructions: "Move only one shelf at a time. Always check for patrons between shelves." Now those are #Words2LiveBy! I would know! Today I was at work paging a book in the JQ700s when the two shelves around me began to close in! I yelled like this: "Stop. Stop! Stop!! STOP!!!" which felt transgressive because I take a lot of pride in the overall silence of our library. But folks, I was really getting crushed in there. And to make matters worse, the guy crushing me was not even apologetic about the fact that he
1) Almost Killed Me, and
2) Made me scream in a library! In fact, when I finally escaped and gave him my #IncredulousFace, he responded by vaguely gesticulating what could only be interpreted as "Good, so, you're finished now?" and then proceeded to browse the shelves! #WhatAJerk. #MalePrivilege. #Crushing.
P.S. Links correspond to individuals upon whom I have a crush.
