So it started out OK today. I mean, yes, I am working on the Saturday of a holiday weekend and my back is killing me from....ummm...woman-related issues - but really it ain't all bad.
Then I go to get the library ready before we open. Walk around, turn on all the computers etc. and what do I see? A big, gaping hole in one of the back windows in the children's area. Glass everywhere.
I am not happy.
In fact, I'm seeing red, breathing fire, and swearing like a longshoreman.
So I call the police - the same cops I've notified on 3 different occasions to patrol my back lot because I have homeless and drunks (or drunken homeless) sleeping back there. Now, in that exact same area - viola! Broken window.
Then I get to call facilities management at headquarters where they get to notify someone to come and board up the offending window. Thus ruining their holiday weekend and mine.
The Boyfriend seems to think I should just stop caring. I mean, this technically wasn't a hassle for me - I just made some phone calls. Still, the whole thing just cheeses me off. Here I am trying to help people with few resources when the library itself is so strapped for cash we could probaby qualify for food stamps - and some asshole breaks my window!
Boyfriend: "You know Wendy, there are some things you can't control. All you can do is help people the best you can, and concentrate on customer service. The rest of it can just go to Hell."
He might be onto something there. And this wonderful guy is taking me outlet mall shopping tomorrow - so it's all good.
In other news - I'm trying to read Summer Fancy by Anne Avery, but my mood just ain't right. I think I need a contemporary. Maybe a Harlequin SuperRomance....