Chronicles of the ghetto librarian

A few points of order:

1. A man was kicked out of the area where I was working on the reference desk for masturbating at a public access computer. Prior to his being escorted out by a security officer, he called me over to help him watch a porn movie. I refused. A short while later the other librarian working at the desk said another patron tipped him off that the man was masturbating, and the librarian went and got security.

2. My division has officially been dissolved. I haven't been laid off, thanks in large part to the librarian's union, but I have no idea what I'll be doing or where I'll be going next week. Of course, no one has had the courtesy to tell me this to my face; instead it's all been meted out through rumor and innuendo. However, one of my coworkers did get official confirmation from someone present at the fateful meeting where this was all decided. The staff in my division were not invited to said meeting, by the way.

3. Points one and two have cemented my determination to leave this job and go back to the old one. Career-wise I am probably making a huge mistake, but I don't think I can live like this for much longer.

4. Despite points one, two, and three above, the BF and I spent a lovely weekend in Williamsburg, Virginia. On Saturday we went to Busch Gardens, where we rode every rollercoaster the park had to offer; some of them we rode twice. It was excellent, and went a little something like this. (Amateur video taken by BF while waiting in line.)

5. On the drive home, we saw cops pulled over on the side of the freeway with their guns drawn. Both the BF and I, driving in the right lane next to the cop cars, were ready to duck for cover lest we be caught in the line of fire. Luckily as we eased by, it appeared as though the person in their sites was surrendering, and thus we were not in danger of being hit by stray bullets, but it was tense there for a second.

Never a dull moment.