For those of you I have lost over the summer (referring to the empty presence of this blog)… I’m back. Fall 2008 will be my second semester in library school. I’m still happy to be here and this is sooo the right thing for me! Nevertheless after working the entire summer in the university library, I have to say, while there is much to blog about, none of it is particularly intellectual. But, after all, whatzintellect? <smile>
A True Story:
One of the young residents (to-be doctors) brought a book to the circulation desk to check-out.
I opened the book in order to scan the bar code but much to my surprise there was no bar code.
Instead, the only “sticker” I saw had a large, blank, silver box in the center of it.
Embarrassed and with my mind racing, I was wondering where in the #$%^ the bar code was and how I was going to check this book out to the eager student. As usual I made small conversation to buy myself some time.
“Oh,” I commented with elation, “A scratch and sniff sticker!”
The young doctor-in-training giggled. I turned the next page and there, much to my relief was the bar code. I scanned it.
Suddenly, I gasped in horror inwardly as I saw the book he was checking out: Essentials of Obstetrics & Gynecology. Well, I had to keep talking to cover up my mistake, now didn’t I?
“Oops,” I apologized, “A scratch and sniff sticker in an OB/GYN book might not be the best thing!” He was less enthusiastic but he quickly agreed with a crooked smile. Somehow I still felt like I was in a hole (no pun intended) so I made one more attempt to clear up my bad joke, “Well, you know, that IS part of the job sometimes.”
Now his face was ashen but with a brave stance he muttered, “I know.” This entire scenario had happened in less than two minutes and already I felt like a century had passed. Obviously being funny had gotten me into trouble; I knew this about myself! Something inside of me kept scolding me and the feeling that I just had to make things right would not go away…..
So I pulled my last, tried and true trick, as I handed him his book and told him to have a nice day, I looked deep into his eyes, and gave him the sweetest, most friendliest smile from the bottom of my heart. I think it worked.