What a way to make a livin'.

And then...there are days like this. When you think maybe there is something better out there. A more intelligent place where people don't ask you for the book "Annie Frank, or something like that". A magical place where people pick up after themselves and teach their children to do the same. A place where, after answering the phone, you aren't chewed out by the person on the other end because they had to listen to a recording and when you politely inform them they can simply press "0" to bypass that, they tell you they don't want to "press all those buttons". Or maybe a place where people aren't constantly referring to it as a library and asking you how much it costs to rent a movie. (True story.) A place where this doesn't happen...

Note to self: Do not stack books too high on a bent v-cart.

Someone could get hurt and, chances are, it's going to be you...

or a small child running around with three stuffed animals clutched in their grimy hands.

That? Is a book cover I found shoved into the waterfall in my department.

Clearly, a punk teenager took the title literally.

  Just because you stacked your mess neatly

does not mean you cleaned up after yourself.

Also, "hiding" it under the chair is not putting it away.

But I'm gonna "pour myself a cup of ambition" (aka strong black tea with a spoonful of Splenda) and get right back to it tomorrow.