Today started out fairly crappy. I got an angry letter from a library patron. A library patron who suggested I don't know how to do my job.
I'll fully admit I'm a bitch. But when I'm at work, it's a different story. I'm Librarian Wendy. Bitchy Wendy stays locked in the trunk of my car while I'm in the office. And despite the various hassles of this job (the bureaucratic nonsense, supervising a staff, and having no money to provide services my patrons want/need), I think I'm pretty damn good at it.
Instead I get an angry letter from a patron who doesn't even frequent my library - just uses the book drop. And she doesn't call me or have her regular library call me with her problems/concerns. Nope. Just sends a 2 page letter detailing how my library isn't doing it's job.
So I took an extra long lunch break today. I went to Barnes and Noble. I got my Arby's fix. Now all I need is that bottle of Corona waiting for me at home and my mellowing process is complete.