Baby Cries in the Bookdrop

No, there isn't a REAL LIVE baby in the bookdrop, but we will regularly hear a baby crying in the bookdrop!! At anytime of day. At anytime of night. It is really CREEPY!

However, now we are hearing a baby cry while we are in the employee bathroom.  

Just the other day, my co-worker and I heard the baby cry while she was up front at the desk.... we weren't open yet.  She looked at me with a strange look - which I now call "That Ghostie Look" and I knew something ghostie happened. She asked me, "Did you just hear a baby cry out?" Yes, I did.

We really think that the something is distressing the babies and that they are reaching out to this group of Mommas.

But, bossman thinks it's the wind.

Giggle Fits

Last night, a co-worker had to have an unexpected X-ray taken. In a text, we asked her what they were looking for. She texted back, "A penis." We laughed like mad. What made it even more hysterical was when she came back to work. One of our Pages asked "What happened?" Being seriously worried, he asked, "Were they looking for a bone?" Well, since we were just talking about a penis, but didn't want to mention that to him -- he is a minor after all -- we laughed even harder! My sides were splitting wide open from laughing so hard.

Then this morning, we were shelving our "hold" items when the giggles started. I said something quirky about putting the items away and my beautiful co-worker gave me such a look! I laughed and laughed. Then I started to run out of air and my sides started to hurt.

So, I tried to stop laughing.

Yea... that ALWAYS works!! NOT!

Then this funny noise comes out of my throat because I'm trying so hard to NOT laugh... then I snorted.... then another co-worker started to laugh.... then another comment was made and more laughter erupted! It was hyterics!

ahhh.... my sides still hurt.

The ghosties like our library because of the good and positive energy we emit. This was good and positive energy at it's finest.

Mornings

I went to work early and the the stacks were quiet. I was the first one in, even before the cleaning crew arrived. The morning sun was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the east side of the building and it was breathtaking. 

Not a speck of dust was floating through the air. Not a voice to be heard. It was just me and my favorite place to be. It was so quiet. Reverent almost. I had come around a corner to turn the lights on, but the sun was so glorious, I left them off.

It was so peaceful and calming.

Soon enough the cleaning crew would arrive as would be my co-workers and the tranquility would be broken in the busy-ness of the morning duties, but for now, the peace was all mine to enjoy. I just stood there in the morning light and sighed. I told the ghosties how lucky they are to be in such a wonderful place.... to be able to enjoy this regularly.

I didn't even take a picture for you. I was going to, but I thought the moment would be lost and that the photo wouldn't do any justice to the peace I was feeling.

No. Instead, I kept the moment all for myself and enjoyed.

Calf Shit

I swear it was calf shit.

The guy said it was cat shit. If it was, that cat was very ill and needs medications.

I was directly handed five books. Two of them were handed to me separately. Those two were fine. The next three were on one stack. All together. I took the first one off of the stack to scan, but noticed that something crumby was on it. As I'm going to wipe it off the crumbs, I'm noticing that the back is sticky. Then I noticed the smell.

I realized it was sticky and smelly and wet.... I grabbed the sanitizing wipes, but when I got it wet, the smell got even worse and then I looked at the other two books on the counter.  There was something oozing out from between them. I lifted them and WHAMO!!!!!

Stink to high heaven. It was terrible! I went to wipe it off, but it was just awful! I had to get that stench out of the way! I just kept wiping. The patron was still there and I asked him if he had any idea what was on these books. Without bothering to investigate, he just said, "I don't know."

His theory was that it was cat shit. Well, cats don't lift one book, shit on it, put it back down, lift the next book, shit on that, put it back down and then lift a third and extremely heavy book, shit on it and put it back down and squish and squash it all over the edges!

Well, I'll save the rest of the shit details, but suffice it to say, he was charged over $100.00 for the damaged items.

Nasty.

Never a dull moment.