Blasé… and/or petulant

You have GOT to be kidding me. I wanted to blog yesterday, but I had nothing really to write about. Now I do, but I actually would rather not have this particular material to cover. *breathes*

So yesterday I checked the online catalog for our library and saw that the Graceling audio book I checked out had not, in fact, been checked in. I turned it in on Thursday. This happened late July with one of the Sarah Dessen books I checked out, so I wasn’t initially worried. It festered a little, but I set my alarm for 8:50 am to call the library promptly at 9. They didn’t answer until 9:03, by the way. How is THAT for service (I’m kidding here)? Anyhow, I called and was like “Uh, hey, Buddy. Listen, I turned this audio book in. I’m positive. FIND IT PLEASSEE!” And so on.

He didn’t. He checked and told me to get back on Wednesday and, if that doesn’t work, to call head of circulation. I’m leaving later that same week. If that “doesn’t work out” as he puts it, I’m going to have to hassle the library all the way from Redding! He was so blasé, even petulant, about the whole thing. Psh. He isn’t the one with a potential, unjustified $65.00 replacement fee hanging over his head. Yeah. That’s me. I wouldn't mind so incredibly much if this had been a regular book. Even if I didn’t misplace it, I could handle paying $15 for a book. But not $65!!!!! I’m so stressed about this. He said not to call back until Wednesday. I’m calling back in half and hour. Whatever it takes for them to find this book.

You know what’s the stupidest thing about this whole mess? I hated the audio book. It’s narrated by a man! The protagonist is a woman! A woman! Though, to be fair, all the dialogue is full-cast audio. It’s not first person POV, but the main character is still female, you know? It bothered me. I haven’t even listened to much of it because I was so weirded out. I’m soooo mad! I know I turned that audio book in! I know!

*angry noises*

Lesson for the day: Get things checked out by hand from now on or record you putting them in the return cubby. Trust no one.

Yey.

Toodle Pip.