And you managed it how?

Now, there are many things in life that disturb me. One of which is a family called the MacNasty's. They almost look like a serious case of inbreeding. There's Mama MacNasty, Daddy MacNasty, and Junior MacNasty. Junior can do no wrong. This is one of the families who brought baby Jr. in one week before school started complaining about the summer reading list because Jr. was too busy to read. One day last week Jr. stayed out of school and got to come to the library with Mama & Daddy MacNasty. He checked out a book about sex and growing up. Mama MacNasty was very displeased by this and asked why. Jr. told her that it's because she hadn't explained it very well to him. In the middle of the library (where no one can hear you) she tells Daddy MacNasty that he needs to explain it better to Junior. Ewww......gross! I definitely did not want that mental image.

Black Folks Movies

I was told yesterday that Barbershop 2 was a "black folks' movie." I asked the patron (age 10) if that meant I was not allowed to watch it. She says, "Uh, well, uh, you know whats I mean. That's not what I says."

I am tired of people asking why we don't separate our black authors. Mostly because I don't read an author based on their color. Probably if we did separate them they would say we were discriminating. We already get that because, we "ain't got nothing black folks wants to read." The grammar I am using is not a joke. People seriously say these things to us. Then they get mad when we can't understand them.

It's also really hard to look at a person who is checking out a book by T.D. Jakes and then a book called, "Thugz and Gangstas...Lookin' fo' my Baby Daddy: an erotic tale."

Why bother?

Sometimes like last Friday I got to work one hour and fifteen minutes before we opened. Why? I couldn't sleep so I figured I might as well go on and get up and head to work and do some stuff there. Got a good bit accomplished. No one cared. So many times I try to go an extra step to make something nice or do something nice. No one cares. Why bother? Our city doesn't care. I have no way of moving up in this place. We don't get raises. The only time I have any real job satisfaction lately is if I can really help someone find the books or information they need. I have no satisfaction in logging people on the computer and then them get mad at me because I will only let them have 30 minutes to check their email/MySpace because there are four other people waiting to do the same thing.

The same is true for all of us in our blighted little ghetto city. Our library works like crazy and still no one cares. The only thing that matters to them is that we have computers and air conditioning.