This week, for instance, was the first time I had to suppress the urge to set a book gleefully on fire, and instead process it, as it is a new book that just came into the library and we need to do all the things necessary to get it ready to go on the shelf where it will hopefully NEVER BE CHECKED OUT.
I will not pass this opinion on to any patrons, though, because uuuuuggghhh integrity and ethics and garbage.
Dear Mr. O'Reilly,
I can't imagine what it's like to hold so much hatred within one body. It must be exhausting! I do hope you're hydrating.
One of the many you disdain
In other, less incendiary news, I survived our second book sale, but this time I also helped box up all the books that didn't sell. This proved to be dangerous.
I mean, they were free, and they were about to be homeless, and I only meant to take one!