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One of my student workers flaked on me, AGAIN this Monday. I ended up covering his shift from 4 until 6. I was going to write an angry blog entry, but that seemed... I don't know. Instead, I decided to set my aggravation to verse. Eat your heart out, Poe.

The Shift

Once upon a Monday dreary, as I labored weak and weary
checking in many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten business lore.
While I labored, nearly snapping, suddenly there came a rapping
As of someone insistently tapping, tapping at my Library door.
"Tis some patron," I muttered, "tapping at my Library door.
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the early Autumn splendor,
and each separate vying student laborer claimed their shifts and did my boss implore:
vainly to grant them more hours: hours to their banks accounts restore
From their labor surcease of penury. Poverty from the Holiday weekend before.
From the bright and gaily celebrated Holiday that passed the week before.
Nameless here for reasons and more.

...but the studious and uncertain bustling of each Library patron
killed me, filled me with murderous tendencies never felt before.
So that now, to still the beating of my temples, I stood repeating:
"Tis some patron entreating entrance at my Library door,
some late card-forgetting patron entreating entrance at the card-access only door.
That they are, and nothing more."

(Pay no attention to the Ruroken joke behind the curtain.)

Presently my annoyance grew stronger, hesitating then no longer
"Sir," said I, "Or Madame. Your forgiveness I do (not) implore:
but the fact is, I was shelving, when so "gently" you came tapping,
and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my Library door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened up the door.
Skepticism there, and nothing more.

Deep into the corridor peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
doubting, that my releif would ever appear at that glassed-in Library door.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token
And the only word there spoken was the muttered word:
"*^$%^@^" This I growled, and an echo muttered back the word,
"*^$%^@^". Merely this, and nothing more.

Back towards the Circ Desk turning, all my ire within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I "surely that is someone at my circulation desk.
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my headache be still a moment, and this quandary explore.
Tis a book return, and nothing more."



Mood:: 'annoyed' annoyed
Music:: Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz
location: Work

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