The electric kettle in the library work room is possessed as it has taken to turning itself on when no one is present. It is a noisy kettle so no one can mistake its call to action, and it is freaking the heck out of some of the staff. My erstwhile assistant has volunteered to purchase a new kettle (and yes she knows about my love for my blue light kettle) so we can exorcise the kettle on the morrow. Perhaps at first light with a crucifix and a clove of garlic?
We had a lockdown practice at school. It was planned at a time when no students were in the library, so it was just staff. The IT guys all headed for the windowless toilet with their laptops (it is a toilet designed for wheelchair access so plenty of room! They weren’t up close and personal. The school is also wireless.) The ladies on the other hand headed to the windowless compactus room, which, while it does not have running water and a toilet, does have a fridge, a water cooler and books to read. It was only after we go in there that we realised that we should have all grabbed a bean bag and then we could have been comfortable for some time and maybe even pretended not to hear the all clear. There was a bucket of sorts for “emergencies” but none of use considered our friendship strong enough that we could have bodily functions in the presence of others. I’ve been married to Mr FD for 35 years and produced three children with him and still cannot share the bathroom for such needs. He on the other hand has absolutely no compunction in doing so, as well as his flatulence in the bed, but we won’t unearth that tragedy right now.
Of course we couldn’t fit in the compactus room if we had classes, but we figure that it would probably be one of the students going for us, so they could all hide down in the library amphitheatre that does have a window, but it is high and covered by a blind. One of the problems with a library that is walls and walls of clear glass louvers. The other is that we boil in summer and freeze in even what passes for our winter.
My office, also with louvers, receives no sun, so is becoming a frosty hole as the temperature declines. A staff member found an electric heater for me, and it is now plugged in a corner of my office, waiting for its call. We debated about purchasing some of those heated lap rugs that are appearing this winter, but my concern that I might nod off on my chair and I think it is unseemly for the librarian to be viewed in her glass office (interior wall is clear glass!) drooling and snoring behind her desk, or worse still, on the floor.
And you thought the life of a teacher librarian was dull! There are always important issues to be dealt with on a daily basis, my dears. Vital issues. Who brought the chocolate biscuits?