I’m working today until 8. 8 o’clock in the evening! Course I didn’t start til almost 1 so it is actually a shorter day than normal, but I’m chosing to moan about the negative. It is much more fun to complain, dontcha think? Pollyanna philosophies may change the world, but they’re a little on the boring side.
We did have a little bit of trouble at the library today[1] Minion #2 opened up, and when I arrived told me that he’d been having some trouble with one[2] of the students. And this wasn’t the first time. For a while minion #2 had been putting up with said student[3] who’d been staring at him. Staring, constantly, for minutes.
Now, that doesn’t sound so bad, but think about it. There you are at work, when some one comes in, hanging around, not doing anything and just stares at you. For ages. And then he started to ask minion #2 random questions, like where he lived, and didn’t he know him from somewhere.
And this morning, he took out a knife and slashed… yeah, that’s the lie part ;) Just wanted to see if you were still paying attention.
This morning while minion #2 was helping another student find a book[4] this other student[5] came over and after doing his usual staring routine leaned over the desk laughing and again, asking random questions. I’m not sure exactly what he said, because I wasn’t there.
When I got in the student had left, but I told minion #2 that if the student behaved like that again to simply ban him from the library. But just as minion #2 was heading off home he saw the student[6] come in and we nabbed him. Yeah, go us, we ran him down like a dog and had him thrown out.
Yeah, that was the hyping it up thing happening again. In reality we only talked to him, and told him[7] that his behaviour was unacceptable. And that staff deserved respect, blah blah blah, any more and he’d be banned.
So he apologised and said he wouldn’t do it again. And he’d be good. So we let him off with just the six lashes, any more and it would have been a case of the punishment not fitting the crime.
And then one of his friends came up and apologised again, on behalf of this student[8] saying that poor old George had only been in the country two weeks and was only settling in.
I’m not quite sure how that makes everything okay, but nevertheless, it’s all sorted now. An’ if it aint, then there’ll be discussions, so there will. Coz we has got our eyes on our friend George from now on, so we has.
- please note, the following story may be exaggerated for effect, but you already knew that, right? ↩
- I’ll come up with a fakified name any minute now ↩
- Alfie? nah. John, Peter, Max, Frank, Abdul, Jarminder, Brett, Rich, hang on, I’ll get one ↩
- Festival & Even management, which we don’t have, because the lecturer never mentioned that we might need it ↩
- Bob, Ed, Ned, Ted, Led… that’s not even a word ↩
- Pascal, Dalvinder, Khan, Selim, Ross, Carl, Heuy, Lewis? ↩
- using positive assertiveness buzz words ↩
- george… yeah. That’ll do. ↩
My heart missed a beat at the slashing part. I'm holding you responsible for any lifespan shortening I may observe.
If the captain of the library I sail in called me his minion I'd break his legs. Calling library assistants minions cannot be discouraged strongly enough. As you say, they deserve respect. And love. And adoration.
So you were paying attention. that's good anne, very good.
Oh Mal, it is meant with respect. It'd just take too long to type out Library assistant see. They are minions of the highest calibre.
They ARE minions. Don't you dare start calling them LAs. I'll murther ya.
Ah, I think the tail is wagging the dog most of the time…
Minion of the highest calibre…better than subordinates!
Henchmen would be nicer. But at least you're not as bad as the librarian in my library who notoriously (and allegedly, but I believe it) described library assistants as "trained animals".
And she was being too generous because I can't even balance a ball on my nose.
I hope they think so Sally :)
Mal, technically they are trained animals. After all, every human is an animal. And presumably they were trained-in on the job?
That's a very good point actually. Never occured to me before.
Sounds just like the stories I hear from my wife and her library experiences. Not as bad as the stories of catching men in a specific floor bathroom on a regular basis practicing sex acts on one another but close!
You know what they say, practice makes perfect.