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Kind of discouraged

June 7, 2009

spring

Unseasonably rainy weather is making my yard look pleasant. Soon it will be 110ยบ and I will come home from work one evening too tired to water and cracklephhht!. . .that’s the sound of all the non-native plants drying up and dying in 24 hours.

I have had a cold all week and feel worse today than ever, probably because I had to keep going to work since budget cutbacks make taking a sick day very difficult. Monday I have jury duty. Monday is my regular day off, but if I get picked for a trial that lasts more than a day, will they actually close my little one-person branch, like they keep threatening? I doubt it. I think that is just a threat to discourage me from trying to take time off. (The other, larger library I work at the other four days is now down to two staff, so it’s not so easy to take time off there, either. Or even lunch!) They will find a way to send someone to the little library as a sub.

It seems like I have had a lot of headaches lately, migraine and non-migraine. The stress of trying to keep that little library alive when it’s only open one day a week is taking a toll on me. Attendance and check-outs have plummeted, and I very irrationally feel like I have failed personally. And did I mention I have a headache? It makes everything harder to deal with.

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Work

December 3, 2008

I worked one day and then woke up this morning with a migraine. After eleven days migraine-free! Proof positive that work is bad for me.

I love vacation days

December 1, 2008

I’ve had such a lovely six days off from work. Thanksgiving in a fancy hotel restaurant was socially and financially reprehensible, but the food was tasty, and I got to see the new baby. I’ve gone on lots of walks and worked in the yard and cooked and baked (I hate cooking on workdays, but if I have nothing else to do it’s a little bit fun.) And whenever I felt like it I would sit down and read. What a luxury. I even dusted off the piano and vowed once again to Learn to Play Popular Piano in Ten Easy Lessons.

But this is my last day off, and my boss says that if the mid-fiscal-year budget cuts pan out the way she thinks they will, I will never be able to take a block of time off again. This is because I work alone three days a week, and she thinks they will cut the money used to pay for substitutes, so the library will have to close if I’m not there. She said she is willing (?) to close the library on account of illness, but not vacation. I alternate between being angry about this, and believing it won’t happen.

If I add together my accrued vacation time and my so-called “compensatory time” I could take three months off. I wonder if they would close the library for three months.

Anyway, it has been NINE DAYS since I my last migraine, so I had better go take advantage of my last vacation day immediately.

Open/Closed

June 6, 2008

Yesterday a woman came in the door of my little library and said, “Your sign says Closed.”
I said, “That’s because we’re not open yet.” I let her stay anyway to use the Internet. She said she was from out of state and was just passing through.
“You’d never get this kind of service where I come from,” she said.
“Oh, well, this is a small town,” I said.
“I got fined $50 for using my library,” she said.
This didn’t sound good. “Overdue books?” I asked.
“Parking ticket!” she said. “I was so angry, I gave them hell.”
“The library gave you a parking ticket?” I asked.
This seemed to annoy her. “Well, it was the parking lot next to the library. As soon as I saw that ticket, I went back in that library, and I was out of control. I was an animal!”
An animal? What kind of animal? Why hadn’t I locked the door behind me when I came in? How did a crazy person from another state manage to find my little tiny library?
“An animal,” she repeated, “I was like an animal!” Thinking about it was making her angry. Let’s see, what did I learn in that “difficult people” workshop? Don’t let them corner you. I edged around her so that I was closer to the door.
“I’m not going to pay it! I’m going to contest it,” she said. That made it sound like it had just happened recently. Was she on a cross-country library petty crime spree? Was she going to print something from the Internet and then refuse to pay? What kind of animal would she become over 10 cents per page?

Just then here was a knock at the door. A group of preschoolers and their teacher had walked over, and were very politely knocking since the sign said Closed. Of course they could come in! Then a regular popped her head in and asked if there were any new magazines. Then a few more people showed up and I turned the sign around to Open, even though I wasn’t really yet.

The animalish lady from out of state didn’t print anything and left. The preschoolers left. Everybody left. It was finally time to open. I was all alone.

Work

April 6, 2008

Reading some stuff lately about dealing with migraines at work has made me realize that, so far as migraines go, I’ve been pretty lucky with my co-workers and bosses. At my last library there were two other migraine sufferers and also someone who had headaches everyday. Oh! I just remembered that one of the custodians got migraines, too. In her case, it was very visible on her face, and as our paths crossed in the evening, when I was leaving work and she was just starting, if she had that look about her we would exchange migraine stories. Kind of like all these blogs only in person. She gave me a bunch of pills once. I think they were generic Advil. They didn’t help me at all.

At one of my present branches there’s a woman with very scary health issues, much worse than mine. We swap chronic pain and useless doctor stories. And another current co-worker, now that I’m thinking about it, who has painful health conditions of her own, told me that her late husband experienced cluster headaches, so she has sympathy for me, even though I told her that cluster headaches sound a lot worse than migraines to me.

Thinking about this, what kind of conclusions can I draw? That I hang out with an older crowd that has health problems of its own and life experiences that have taught them to either be sympathetic or at least keep their mouths shut when others are suffering? Partly, but some people on this list are in their 20s and 30s. That people with headaches go to work at the library? That working in a library gives people a headache?

One thing is for sure, looking over what I have written, I realize that I never would have known that these other people had pain if I hadn’t been constantly blabbing about my own. I say constantly, but I hope I am exaggerating and really mean occasionally. I think I should go now and have some life experiences that don’t involve head pain so I can drum up some other topics of conversation.