Hi there, friends. I hope you are having a better afternoon than I am. The Bea has been testy today. I think I’m getting on her nerves. When she’s crabby, the patrons pay for it in one way or another. So I tried to do what any good drone would do — I went through the library and warned people to put their drinks away. I should get paid extra, don’t you think? Yes.
There are little things that I have done to annoy the Bea, but friends, I swear, I didn’t do anything on purpose today. One of my favorite pastimes is to tell the Bea that someone was looking for her, and that this person needed information. Oh, but I forgot to ask for this person’s name. Hehe. That actually drives her nuts. She’ll exit the library and wander the halls, looking for this mystery person. She come back and ask me clues about this person’s appearance or status. Was this person a student? Or–God help us all–a professor? A person so close to her power yet so far away, lost. Friends, am I a bad person? Don’t answer that.
Today we ran out of some crucial forms, and the Bea busted out her whiteout, the copier card, and the paper cutter to reassemble a few copies of a makeshift form. Then, she turned to Microsoft Word for a little extra help. Friends, this was Word 2008. Need I say more?
I think this seemingly harmless software has created a permanent tension my relationship with the Bea. Today, I tried to help her make a table. It was a mess, friends. My table was not to her liking, and she whined through the whole process of me making it. In the end, she bit her tongue and printed it out, because, believe me, it was more than adequate for her purposes.
She left for lunch, probably thinking Good riddance to this drone. Good times.
