Gleefully introducing patrons to my favorite costumes dramas when the ask for recommendations. I like to think I'm helping America become more classically cultured, if they tend to think Jane Austen is an actress who looks like Anne Hathaway or not.
When a bird somehow manages to deposit it's *ahem* business on my shirt between the car and the door (NOOOOOO!!!) My official "Lydia S. Platteville Public Library Technician 1" name tag thankfully covers the spot nicely saving my from a potentially embarrassing workplace wardrobe malfunction.
When people actually answer the phone when I call them (I've heard every single answering machine message in town. No joke.) they assume that I'm a recording, and hang up in the middle of my well rehearsed speech. Is my voice really that non-descript?
Actually I find that rather disturbing...
Me stupidly assuming that the bell sounds and pounding I was hearing were coming from the rather loud construction site next door, not (as it turned out to be) a young and by now hysterical child stuck in the library elevator.
