The month of June sped by me like a race car.  But, I can truly say that some good times were had.  Read on to find out about that.

Thu June 1, Last night I was so dead tired that all I could do is upload the newsletter that I had nearly completed and go to bad.  This is why there wasn't a Wednesday update.  Not that too much happened on Wednesday anyway.  I went to dinner with TheGirl.  Work was fine, but yeah.  This morning my cousin's kids once again showed up super early.  I was BARELY getting out of bed when I heard the sounds of their feet outside my window.  I mean come on, it's only 7am!  When are these kids going to be old enough for them not to show up this early in the morning?  Whatever, I did what I had to do to get out of Dodge and get going to work.

On Tuesday Jade cockblocked me from taking the new book bins because Flavia had to "take pictures of the new books."  Ah, what?  This has been an ongoing thing with Jade.  Flavia is the girl that posts pictures of new books on the social media feed.  She doesn't need to have two hundred books to pick out some good ones for the social media feed.  She just needs a few.  But Jade holds them back.  Well, from now on, on Thursdays when Jade starts late, I'm taking those fucking bins with me no matter what.  Les already knows that this is happening, but of course doesn't do anything about it.  Flavia has PLENTY of books left over that are slated for Central.  She doesn't need eight other bins worth of books to go through.  So yeah, from now on Thursday will be new book day.  Fuck this shit!

TreasuryGirl at city hall is a fucking vision.  I don't know how she can be so curvy.  Today she wore a blouse that could barely stay closed.  Her breasts are so huge that the button right above her breasts is straining to keep the blouse from bursting open.  The girl is a marvel, and as close to Jessica Rabbit as I've seen in real life.  If only there was a way to ask her out.

I went to city hall to pick up the mail and any graphic jobs that are there.  Like I do EVERY time I work.  Today one of the people in the administration office asked me to make sure to pick up some business cards that were coming in today.  I said OK and of course went on my merry way.  When I got there I saw the business cards in question and I picked them up.  To my surprise they were for Benedict (as you can see above).  His title... entertainment coordinator.  This was too rich not to share with Vagabundo and Misa.  Vagabundo was cracking up, but Misa was angry that Benedict has a business card.  It's totally useless, but I'm sure that dummy from administration, who we call stupid Sharon lady, insisted that he needed to have a business card.  Whatever!  I don't give a shit, but this does give me an idea that I need to have business cards made for the library.  I was thinking of having my title be "Peon."  Or perhaps "Subhuman."  Both of those are accurate descriptions of what they think of me at that job.

I told Les that I wanted to nick name the book drops, the internal and external ones.  He said that would be a great idea.  I picked the names Phobos (fear) and Deimos (panic).  Tonight before I left I printed out a couple of pages with those names and taped the names to the book drops (as seen above).  I wonder if dummies will figure out what I mean by those names.

Sat June 3, I haven't worked on a Saturday since the library closed back in September.  Well, today they had to have me come in to help.  I was scheduled to deliver Gen and Emma, along with an easy up and table and chairs to the open house just down the street.  The city does this open house thing every year.  The library has to represent, of course.  Benedict works Saturdays, but he's too busy setting up for the afternoon performances in front of the library.  More on that in a minute.  The two ladies in tow, along with the equipment we need, I drove us all the couple of blocks to the open house by the police department.  I helped set-up the easy up and was on my way back to the library.

While there I noticed that Benedict was there, just arriving.  He asked me what I was doing, and I told him I was tasked with doing this open house thing.  But that I couldn't stick around too long because I had a "thing" later.  Still, I felt that this could be an opportunity to see how Benedict does things.  And sure enough, he takes his time.  But I can't fault him for that.  He was there at noon, two hours before the event started.  Why not take your time?  I know I took my time with the open house stuff.

A couple of things.  They made some banners for the tent, but they're of course the wrong size.  Obviously no one actually measured the fucking tent to see the size the banners should be.  So I helped Benedict wrap them around so they would look best.  It's crazy, because I couldn't care less about this place, but I still have to have pride in my work.  If it's worth doing, it's worth doing right.  Obviously no one in the administration offices feels that way.

After helping out Benedict for about half an hour I went to get some food and then went to Krishna's son's birthday party.  Which was the main reason why I was in the area.  Despite the fact that she doesn't ever talk to TheGirl any more, I still have a bit of a working friendship with Krishna.  At the very least I have to be good with her, for the long game.  I think that Krishna will some day be the manager of her branch.  If not that, she could even go out for the children's librarian job at Central.  In short, it's best to stay on her good side.  Hence me showing up to her son's birthday party to take pictures.  Yes, it's come to that.  Still, I had a good time, despite not being paid.

And then came the highlight of my working this event... the ladies.  One after the other there was a parade of pretty women coming through the door.  Two of the prettiest were Ru and her sister (pictured above).  Ru was surprised to see me there, and I was delighted to have her prancing around.

Emma and another coworker and myself went out to dinner tonight after work.  I had a couple of Manhattans and a Gimlet.  Good times.  The booze was good, and so was the company.  Emma is pretty nice to hang with, I'm not going to lie.  She always wants to do a bunch of things, and I always shut them down.  Ha!  She ordered up some French toast, and let me have a little bit of it.  It was damn yummy.  Our waitress was really cute.  I left her a nice tip, since we were there for so long, just talking.  That's how I roll.

When I got home I saw that the library had posted a photo on social media (pictured above).  Terrible.  I love that these dopes picked doing this during the summer, so it's super hot outside and no one will want to stand out in the sun to listen to music.  Fucking bullshit!

Sun June 4, On my photo feed I saw that six years ago today TheGirl and I attended the Tim Burton show at LACMA.  I downloaded the picture and sent it to her via text.  She said it was the best of times.  Yeah, we had a fucking great time then.

I got to work and I wanted some nice cold water.  Well, there was just enough left in the fridge.  But it feels like I'm the only one that fills this water dispenser.  I posted the picture on social media and right away some of my coworkers responded.  One said one of our favorite phrases, "This is why we can't have nice things."  Nice.  But it's true.

Work was work.  When I got off I went with my friend to buy a stereo receiver from his friend, who lives in Santa Clarita.  He drove, and on the way there we spotted a fire on the side of the freeway.  By the time we came back on the same freeway the fire appeared to be out.  On our way up the firefighters welly threw themselves into fighting the fire.

After picking up the receiver my buddy and his friend and I went to dinner at a local Mexican restaurant.  I can't say it's going to win any awards in my book.  It was OK.  I liked the salsa, but what sucked was their margaritas.  I ordered one and not only was it a blended margarita, it was so weak.  Well, at least I got a good stereo out of the trip.

Speaking of, I didn't have time to really play with the stereo when I got home.  I put it in my closet so my aunt wouldn't see it.  I'll try to play with it next week.  This weekend I have things I have to do.  It's supposed to be a really great receiver.  The online reviews say so, at least.

Mon June 5, I went to get gasoline this morning and there were two peahens walking around the gas station.  Just strolling along.  Seemingly without a care in the world.  By the time I finished filling up the tank they were gone.

Work was work today.  Nothing big to report.  I uploaded the video I made last week that shows my fellow employees how to deal with the summer reading program.  I did the editing on my computer, and then uploaded it on my computer at work.  Good times.  I wonder if anyone will even watch it.  Hey, not my problem.  I make the videos, I can't force anyone to see them if they don't want to.  This is why they pay me the big bucks.

On a random note, LaFlor and TheLamp looked really good today.  LaFlor work some nice tight work pants, and they really clog to her body.  She really has a nice figure that I wish I could get to know better.  TheLamp wore a gothic looking dress today.  I wonder if she's going to dress more like that in the future.  She looked nice today, but at the same time I like another dress that she wears that shows off her figure.  Why must I be this unattractive guy?  Why can't I be this super handsome guy that would have both of these girls fighting for me?  That's a nice thought, but then I think about TheWish and how I like her a lot.  What am I doing?

Once again we get an example of just how badly the people in the administration office are running things.  You can read the text exchange with my coworker about working on Sunday above.  What gets me is that no one thought to train these librarians in this stupid one desk model cocksucking shit thing they keep going on and on about.  I've said it here before, they will just sit back and let the grunts figure things out for themselves.  It won't be pretty, but they don't want pretty.  They want fake results.  Reality seems to be something that is totally distorted these days.  Everywhere.  These idiots really think that this unmitigated disaster of a desk is being called a success.

I went over the TheGirl's after work, as is a Monday tradition.  Oh my monkey, was Cheyenne ready to roughhouse tonight or what?  She was so ready to go as soon as I got there.  Well, after a good strong session puppy was pooped earlier than usual.  By the time I left she was nodding off.  When I got home TheGirl informed me that Cheyenne was out like a light.  Aww.

Tue June 6, I got to work and sat outside until they opened the front door.  As is now my tradition, since I don't want to start a SECOND before I officially start work.  I sat down on the bench in front of the library, and within a minute a lady moves in my direction and then sits a few feet from me.  I mean come on.  There's twenty feet of bench and she sits next to me?  This is so not right.  I moved to the other side of the bench.  Fuck it.

I get to work and Jade mentions I have two special deliveries.  One I already knew about.  That is the free lunch delivery.  The other is a run to Vroman's books in Pasadena to pick up a book kit.  A book kit consists of books to sell at an author event, along with the means of collecting the money for the book.  They have it all set for the library to just sell the books.  The bookstore takes care of it.  Well, Jade tells me, "You have to pick this up this morning."  Ah, what?  Why does it HAVE to be in the morning?  I didn't argue with him, I just figured I would do it to get it out of the way.  This, because I knew that I had to be at Pacific Park at 11:15 to pick up the free lunches for the brats.

A couple of weeks back I was told that I was going to deliver the free lunches that the library is providing to a pair of the branches.  I wondered why one of the branches they picked to have this free lunch program was a branch that is currently closed for renovation.  But, nothing these dummies do should surprise me these days.  Well, I picked up the lunches and made my way to the branches.  I get a phone call asking where I am.  I was just a few minutes away from that closed branch, but apparently I was supposed to go there first when delivering the lunches.  No one told me.  Later Ice told me that yeah, I was supposed to go to Grandview first.  Again, I told her, no one told me to do anything in any specific order.  That's on them.  But, whatever.  The nonexistent brats got their free lunch fifteen minutes later than usual.  It turns out that Benedict was a half hour late to the start of this bullshit.  So they can eat shit, because I wasn't told.  I later found out just how many kids they served a free meal to at Grandview.  Three.  Yes, three.  Not three dozen, not three gross... three.  I have no idea what happened to the food they didn't give away.  I suspect they just tossed it.  Horrible program and poorly executed.

As I was leaving the library I noticed that they had "fixed" the carpet that had come up.  I know it's not done yet, but it's funny that they just used tape to press it down.  It's just another example of just how shoddy the construction work was the entire time.  The building has only been open for a month and it's already falling apart.  How stupid.

Wed June 7, I was talking to my buddy on the phone when I decided to not only drink, but I decided that it was the right time to set-up my new stereo receiver.  Sure enough, I took the connections off the old one, cleaned the area behind the furniture, and hooked up the new one.  It was quite amazing how much dust there was back there.  It's nice and clean now, but of course the question is for how long.  I talked some more with my buddy and cleaned up the mess I had made.  I hung up later in the night, and continued to drink.  My CD player is all jacked up, so I had to listen to some music off my Mini Disc player.  In a word, the new stereo's sound was clean.  No hiss, no anything.  Just pure music, as it should be.  I was moved.  I listened to some more music and I think I drank a little more, until I passed out in my chair.  I woke up this morning around 6am.  I was still in my chair, and the stereo was still on.  I turned it off, and jumped into bed for a little bit.  Can't wait to get that CD player working.  I might have to buy a new one.

TheWish was looking really cute in a dress that had little foxes printed on it.  Her back was exposed, and I SO wanted to touch her back.  But of course I may WANT to do that, but I'm not going to be dummy and actually do it.  Later one of our coworkers went upstairs and got her SRP t-shirt (pictured above).  I must say, TheWish is nice, and I find her to be so cute.  I don't want to fuck this up, but history shows that I'm not that good at this sort of stuff.

TheGirl and I went to her favorite Mexican restaurant tonight.  She needed a drink, and when we ordered up some margaritas they were made by her favorite bartender.  Oh and this guy did not skimp on the booze.  One margarita had me flying.  Me!  Boozer me, was flying after just a couple of sips.  Now THAT's potent.  I loved it, and only wished I could have had a second one.  But, the both of us were driving, so we could only have the one.  But one was damn good.  We chatted about how TheGirl isn't happy.  I told her that she still hasn't learned a thing from me, and that happiness is to be found inside.  Some day she'll get that fact.

Thu June 8, I went up to the front door after a couple of patrons walked through it.  There's always a heard of patrons that want to rush into the library.  I let them go first.  Well, when I went up to the door the fucking thing didn't open.  I could hear the motor struggling to open the door, but it didn't open.  Well, it opened about four inches and then the motor stopped and it returned to the closed position.  I stepped back, tried again, and was about to record video of it not opening with my phone when the darn thing opened.

These days I have to deliver free lunches to a pair of branches.  Because of that it kills some of my momentum.  I filled the van with the book bins and then headed to city hall.  While I had intentions of going to deliver the outgoing mail, I simply didn't have enough time to do that and visit treasury.  Because, when I go to treasury there's almost always an issue with the money.  More on that in a minute.  I went to city hall, filled up the van with gasoline and then talked to the guy at the garage for a few minutes.  I went to Pacific to pick up the free meals, and was on my way to the two branches.  I was running a bit early, so I parked the van down the street from my first stop and waited until 11:22 to get moving.  I arrived, handed the meals over and went back to Casa to drop off their allotment of free meals.  On a side note, I delivered ten meals to Grandview and thirty to Casa.  Later my buddy told me that the fridge at Casa is overflowing with free meals.  This is because they don't give them all away.  It's funny how many people don't go to these things, despite it being a free meal.  After Casa I could THEN start my route.  Nearly ten minutes after noon.  Fucking bullshit.

I'm finally able to make my city hall run.  At treasury TreasuryGirl was looking AMAZING (see above).  I mean look at her.  She is absolutely stunning.  Boy what I wouldn't give to be able to ask her out and have her go out with me.  It will never happen, but a man can dream.  Can't he?  And of course there was an issue with the money.  Which allowed me to linger a little longer, and of course take the above picture.  Simply amazing.

Once done with city hall the rest of the route was pretty standard.  I had my lunch in the park.  These days I've been taking a forty-five minute lunch, but I think I might have to start taking an hour.  Like in the olden days.  I made a couple of "special" deliveries and I went back to clock out.  And then I saw it.

The dummies installed these stupid generic door counters.  That was this morning, but by the time I returned to clock out I noticed that one of the counters was on a table near the door.  I later found the batteries for the counter on the floor.  At first I suspected someone might have tried to steal it, but who the fuck would steal such a stupid thing?  Later I figured that someone must have hit it with a backpack or their body and it appeared to them on the floor.  Not knowing what it was, and not noticing the batteries that flew out of it when it hit the floor, they decided to simply place it on a nearby table.  Which is where I found it.  I gave it to Les, along with the batteries.  I told him that its current placement was dumb and that I couldn't believe they couldn't find a better place of these counters (there is one for each door).  Whatever.  What the fuck do I care if these idiots get an accurate count.

Fri June 9, Today is the last day of school for the girls until August fifteen.  For the next couple of months I'm going to get a reprieve from having to deal with early arrivals and all that that entails.  For example, not being able to poop on my schedule.  Happy days are here again!

Since the girls are going to be off during the summer, and I can stay home in peace on my Fridays off I've decided to stay home more of those off Fridays.  I'll probably still want to escape simply to not have my aunt nag me about something.  But, for today I still had to take off to San Marino to hide out until I could come back home safely.  I first went to get my car washed.  The poor thing had a film on it.  But honestly, even after the wash it STILL has the film on it.  Just less so.  I'm not sure what the film is, but it's yucky.  I might have to take it to a legitimate car wash for that.  I then went shopping for Coke and booze.  Then I went to work to hide out.  I wanted to get some work done, but I was super sleepy by then.  I grabbed a couple of old t-shirts my predecessor had in the office and I made them into a pillow.  I didn't think I would fall asleep, since I was on the floor, but my tiredness took over and I was out like a light for over an hour.

I didn't come out of the office except once to pee and the last time to leave for home.  I didn't interact with TheWish, except via text.  I wanted to go out and get pizza with her tonight, but I think it's better to do it next week.

Sat June 10, I went on Chan's Instagram account this morning and in the search page I found a monkey that looked almost identical to Chan (pictured above).  Not going to lie, Chan is cuter.  But of course I'm going to say that... he's Chan.

My coworker Angela texted me this morning to point out that a picture in the local San Marino paper listed me as a "librarian."  Looks like I'm moving up in the world.  I've said it before, but I'm not sure I've mentioned it here.  But there is this thing with patrons that think anyone that works in a library is automatically a librarian.  Of course that's not true, but try correcting them and they don't get it.  I know, because I've told people I'm not a librarian and they just twist their heads in confusion.

A couple of weeks ago Dane asked me when we were going to hang out again.  I told him a couple of weeks.  Well, that was a couple of weeks ago.  Dane and I went down to Long Beach again.  I have to say that I kinda like it down there.  If only it wasn't so far away, I'd like to explore more of that town.  This time we went east of where we were last time.  I parked the car next to a park on Ocean Blvd. and we walked east.

We ended up walking a little ways and walking to the pier.  It wasn't much to look at, but it's just nice to walk down a pier with my friend.  I do wish I had the resources to help my aunt not have to worry about things, and to have my Godmother life with us with full time care, and also help my buddy Dane get off the streets.  Alas....  Instead of all that I can only give my friend Dane companionship in this life.  He doesn't have many friends, and those he does he doesn't really consider friends.  I guess that means I'm the only real friend he has.  That's a great privilege and I take it seriously.

I was getting hungry, so we walked back to the car and had a little picnic on one of the benches by the car.  It was nice, but I would have rather have had our picnic on the grass.  But he didn't want to sit on the grass.  So we just sat on a bench having our sandwiches.  Dane always buys me a sandwich on days like this.  He has nothing and yet he buys ME a sandwich.

We ended our day by driving down to Orange county.  That was not in the plan.  But after eating I suggested we drive a little farther east.  Dane said sure and we were on our way.  I suggested to him a couple of times that we could turn back, but he just said to keep going.  OK, I thought.  Eventually we got to the point that I could see a bus stop sign that indicated a Orange county bus stopped there.  I checked my phone and sure enough we were nearly in Santa Ana.  I told my buddy and he was surprised to hear that we had traveled THAT far.  We drove until we hit the 5 freeway.  I got on and started our way back to Glendale.

Sun June 11, My coworker Angela texted me this week, and to cut to the chase we agreed to have breakfast together.  My mistake was not being able to read her saying that we should have breakfast in two weeks, not this weekend.  Meanwhile, I went ahead and made reservations at a place I've wanted to visit for a long time... The Raymond in Pasadena.  I don't know when I first heard of this place, but I know that I've been wanting to go for a long time.  Anyway, to cut to the chase, I made a reservation for today, but as I said before Angela said that we could do this in two weeks.  Therefore, stupid me went up to the Raymond and had to walk right back to my car.  Walk back?  Perhaps I should say slink back and then hop back.  As if to make it look like, "Oh, did I intend on having a nice breakfast with a friend who might turn into something more than a friend at some point in my life?"  That, will have to wait.

I could have stayed and had breakfast on my own, but this place screams sharing.  I can't go to this place by myself.  I needed Angela there to not make me look like some kind of loon.  Failing with my timing I decided to forego the Raymond for an alternative.  I went to Lucky Boy, which has pretty good breakfast burritos.  The only place that I feel makes better burritos is in Atwater Village.  That's a story for another time.  Lucky Boy makes some good burritos though, and the last time I was there I ordered one with not only bacon but pastrami.  It was marvelous.  After my Raymond fiasco I decided to head up to Lucky Boy and have buy a breakfast burrito there.  There was a huge line of people, and every table in the front area was taken.  This made me think that I should eat my burrito somewhere else.  In front of the library was just too much.  But, funny enough when I was on my way to the Raymond I had to make a stop at a market in South Pasadena, and I passed a garden that I have visited many times before.  Therefore, when I thought about where I could have my breakfast burrito in peace I automatically thought of that little park called Arlington garden.

My buddy text me the other day that he wanted to talk to me about reference, and to have me teach him a crash course in reference.  I didn't have the heart to tell him that he probably already knew all that he needed to know.  I mean, it's not rocket science.  But, my buddy wanted my wisdom, and said that he would buy me dinner tonight.  We ended up at Mendocino Farms.

Mon June 12, I stayed up late jerking off after my buddy left for home.  He stayed longer than I thought he would.  And despite the fact that I was sleepy, I was also in need.  The girl above was one that I stumbled upon when looking for something else to jerk it to.  This girl is so fucking pretty.  Hate to say it, but I've been jerking off more lately.  The last couple of sessions have been fucking mind-blowing.  I know that my interest in TheWish has also peaked my interest in jerking it.  I don't think of her when I do that.  I've never been one to jerk it to a girl I like, or I'm in a relationship with.  I've done that only a couple of times in my life.  Since I actually like TheWish I want that moment to happen eventually.

This morning I needed that extra cushion of sleep that I'm afforded now that the girls are out of school.  It was nice not to have them rush into the house at 7am when I'm dead tired from staying up late last night.  I wish I had the guts to tell my cousin's husband not to bring the girls at fucking 7am when they don't start school until 8am.  Why the fuck are they coming so early, I would ask him.  But, I won't, and come late August they will return to the pattern of showing up at fucking 7am.  For now, I'm enjoying the respite.

I was so tired from going to bed late last night that I could not keep my head up at work around 3pm.  I decided I needed to take a nap, and sure enough I passed out for over a half an hour.  I did set an alarm, so I wouldn't sleep all the way until the library closes.  Anyhow, I did get a few things done today.

There's a patron that comes here to study and today her hips were at full power.  I wish I could have gotten a picture, but no dice.  TheLamp's hips were also at full impulse power today.  She wore that dress that just clings to her curves.  Kinda sick.

Not much to add except to post the above photo and say that Cheyenne is pooped from the roughhousing we did tonight.

Tue June 13, My buddy called me last night, which is now rare for a Monday.  When we were both working Mondays we could talk after work.  These days, not so much.  So it was surprising to hear from my buddy when he said he needed to talk.  It turned out that AD had emailed him yesterday regarding his schedule... again.  We talked, and he was all set for a meeting this morning.  And sure enough, by the time I was driving into work he called me to tell me about the meeting.  In short, she wanted him to work Sundays.  Since we know that Casa Sundays are going away, we talked last night that this would be the move and that he should take the hours.  And sure enough, he did.  She offered him other hours during the week, but he told her that he needed to think about those, and that he would get back to her in the future.  She then said something to the affect that he didn't communicate anything to her when she asked if people could work at Central.  This is why the failure to communicate on the Cool Hand Luke postcard is so poignant.  There was a moment when I thought about what I would say to AD when she calls on me to have a meeting about working some hours.  I can't lie, I need the money.  But I don't want to work that fucking desk.  I won't want to help the Nazis.  I just want to do my job and go home.  They need to go fuck themselves.  My buddy needed to take those hours.  The Sunday Casa hours are going away.  We predicted that Casa would close on Sundays, and maybe Saturdays, and sure enough, they're closing on Sundays for sure.  That would mean a drop in income for my buddy.  And the Sunday crew at Central is a motley bunch.  A crew he's worked with before.  So it won't be too bad.  And yes, he needs the money.  But I knew that AD would want him to grovel for these hours.  I told him that she is the type that wants people to kiss her ring.  I'm not going to do that.  Also, I think that if she hasn't asked me to work hours by now she won't ask me.  Fine by me.

And here I am on Tuesday again.  I've asked others if they have a keycard to the library and they have said yes.  I guess I don't merit a keycard.  Whatever!  I know I'm the step-child.

I had to go to the dock area in order to pick up some things from the processing department.  When I got to the door I noticed that Benedict's card was on the door.  I sent the image to Miss and Vagabundo and they both just cracked up.  I just love this shit.  He gets these cards and leaves them for I guess the entertainment that is going to be working, and of course the "talent" doesn't even think to take his card.  What a waste of everything.

I want to add that I went to the basement area in order to pick up some boxes that I had to take to the school district.  When I arrived in the dock the door seemed to respond to the keycard that's in the van.  But when I came back a second time to pick up two more boxes I found that the keycard didn't work.  I had to go around to the entrance and then go down to the basement.  It was so fucking frustrating that I don't have the things I need to do my job.  The keycard in the van is useless.  It opens nothing.  As I walked to the new back entrance of the library I chucked the stupid keycard over into the new air conditioning unit.  Fucking shit, this place is full of idiots patting themselves on the back.

As I was finishing up I noticed that the counter that I found on the floor last week was now taped to the stanchion next to the door.  Not just taped, but wrapped over and and over again.  Clearly this stupid thing won't stay.  But what kind of a look is this?  Once again, for the umpteenth time these dopes think that something that doesn't work can be jerry rigged.  They probably taped this thing over and over again and stood up and said, "There, that will work."  It may keep that thing from falling, but how does this look?  These dopes are all about appearances, yet they are OK with this shit?  This is some major bullshit.  As I was leaving this whole thing doubled in lunacy.  Not only was the one I found last week taped up crazy like in the photo above, but the OTHER counter was also taped to high heaven.  Idiots.

One last thing.  The side door that everyone still thinks is the front door looked even more foolish today.  Clearly dummy patrons are still using this as a exit.  So, the dummies upstairs added yet another pair of cones to prevent dummies from using the door as an exit.  You know what would have been a good idea?  A better design for this shit.  Good design takes many factors that are at play in a certain situation and tries to work around those factors.  The dummies that did this renovation never thought for one second how this side door would function.  They just put it where the old door was, because that's OK somehow.  Because that's OK, they didn't think to have the door enter to circulation instead of the dead hallway.  Instead of thinking about it, they just assumed no one would use it as an exit, because clearly it's not an exit.  It's just a door, but it's much deeper than that.  It's clear evidence that the people who did this renovation didn't give it much thought.  They never walked the plans in their minds.  They never thought to put themselves in the body of a patron, or an employee.  This is why this building is a total failure.  The fact that no one thought any of this through.

Wed June 14, I had a bunch of tasks to do today, including make a big sign for the dummies that insist on being dummies.  Pseudo supervisor at one point asked me if I noticed a rotten smell coming from the YA non-fiction bookcase.  I told her that I did.  We speculated that it might be a dead rat, because it had that kind of smell.  After a little exploring, it turned out that it was a rotten egg.  Someone intentionally, or accidentally, left an egg behind the books.  Well, it obviously went rotten.  But, before that something broke the shell, and because of that the content went bad and began to stink.  I found the rotten egg and wrapped it up in a bag and threw it out.  Once again, I save the day and no one knows about it.

The above photo is of the circulation desk, with a pair of dummies sitting in front of it, because that seems to be OK these days.  When I started this job I really relished it as an opportunity.  In my life there have been countless times when I've been qualified, but have been overlooked because... well, because.  Here was a place that gave me a chance.  I told myself that I would do right by this place.  And here it is, nearly a decade later, and I feel that this place is letting me down.  I feel that my second home is falling apart.  Not to get all sentimental or anything, but that circulation desk means something to me.  The computer to the right of those dummies is where I spent so much time working.  That means something to me, and only me apparently.  Not even the circulation manager cares about that place the way I do.  I think that what a library is at its core is important.  But now it's just a passport office, more concerned with the bottom line than the idea of knowledge.  When I saw this I was not OK with it.  The people sitting there looking at their phones aren't to blame.  That blame goes to those in charge that have let this happen.  I'm sad that it did happen, and will continue to happen.  This isn't a library any more, it's a fucking soulless passport office.

I wanted to ask TheWish out to dinner a couple of weeks ago, but thought better of it.  I figured I would ask her for this Friday.  But of course the opening never came, and so I finally just texted her that I wanted to take her out to dinner this Friday.  She texted me back that she already had plans.  I responded that it was no problem, and that perhaps in two weeks we could.  But my words felt hollow.  I know now that I won't go out with TheWish again.  I feel that this thing has run its course.  I like TheWish.  I find myself attracted to her.  But I don't know how she feels about me.  I can't read that with her.  I feel that we're just not moving in the proper direction if we were to eventually become an item.  What I'm trying to say is that I'm just not getting the signals that tell me that I'm getting anywhere with her.  And so I think that it's time to pull back a little.

As I type this I will freely say that I'm drunk.  Therefore, I reserve the right to amend or totally chance what I say here.  But I do write it here, because what I mean to say right now I say it without inhibitions.  I think that from this point forward I won't be trying that hard with TheWish.  I honestly don't see why I should try with her anymore.  It's not because she told me that she has plans for this Friday.  It's more that she has not met me at least half way in all this.  That's all I've ever asked for... to be met half way.  Hell, 47% of the way.  But, I guess THAT's TOO MUCH TO ASK.  In my mind I have the thought that I shouldn't even bother with her.  If she's unwilling, or unable, to meet me some part of the way then I can't sit here and do all the work.  I don't know where the idea of relationships being an equal partnership came into my head.  What I want to say is that wherever that idea came from it's in my mind now.  Because of that I have it that in a relationship the woman is an equal partner in what we are.  TheWish has not keep up her end of this deal.  I know she doesn't know how I think, or what I believe, but there is a social contract that tells us some of the things that we may not explicitly understand.  That may be an unfair burden to place on TheWish's plate, but that's how I see this thing.  I feel that I need to put more distance between TheWish and myself in the next few days.  I know the consequences of such an action.  However, as I sit here typing this, I'm ready for those consequences.  At this point, I have not invested so much in TheWish that I can't walk away from this whole thing.  I feel that this might sound like sour grapes, and I freely say that it might be that.

With all that hanging over me I had dinner with TheGirl.  See, and there was the contrast in this whole thing.  She liked me, I knew that as sure as anything.  When we started flirting I knew that we both had similar feelings towards each other.  We wanted to spend time together.  And we did.  Hell, we still love spending time together.  How many ex anything hang out as much as TheGirl and I do?  How many ex anything go on vacation together?  The only thing we're not doing is sleeping with each other.  Aside from that we're in a relationship.  And there might be the key to all this.  I am in a pseudo relationship with TheGirl.  I like it, and I don't want to lose it.  Pursuing and succeeding with TheWish would surly mean that the pseudo relationship with TheGirl would be affected and perhaps even destroyed.  I obviously don't want that.  I love her and I love spending time with her and Cheyenne.  As a matter of fact I don't think I've ever loved a dog the way I do Cheyenne.  The funny little family unit that I have is TheGirl, Cheyenne, and Chan.  It makes for a funny little group, but it's my funny little group.  One that has come out of the ashes of the relationship I had with TheGirl.  And that's why I stay.

Thu June 15, When I got in this morning I went upstairs to get my ticket validated.  On my way back I had to take the above photo of the so-called reading spa.  Of an EMPTY reading spa.  But why wouldn't it be, it's fucking 9am.  AD was lurking around the one desk this morning, so I did my best to avoid her.  I don't want to be on her radar.  It's not like I don't need the hours, but at the same time I don't want to work that fucking one desk.  It's a slaughterhouse, for sure.  My buddy will now be working the desk, but he has some better conditions by virtue of working Sundays.  He doesn't have to deal with dopey full timers.  But still, it's going to be a slaughterhouse for him as well.

I want to point out that the computer lab has YET to officially open.  So much for the May 10th opening date.  Fucking idiots.  I forgot to add that AD sent out an email asking people to stay after work on Friday to shelve books.  See, the way it used to work in circulation was that MicroManager would whip us to get the work done.  Now that she's gone things just don't get done, because no one is there to push us.  So the book trucks that sit there "ready to shelve" just sit there until someone finally needs another truck to place the ever growing mountain of books being checked in.  In other words, no one shelves until they need to shelve.  Hence the back-up of books that need to go back on the shelves.  AD's email called this endeavor to catch up a "shelving party."  Fucking morons.  One, if they had hired pages way back in January they would just be starting to work now.  Two, if AD didn't just let things ride and fall where they may, then people would be assigned to shelve.  Then there could be some accountability.  But there's no oversight.  AD doesn't care to come down from her ivory tower, and of course Les is useless.  Part of it is that AD must assume that Les will figure some of these things out.  Seeing how it's his department.  But AD has also crowbarred her way into doing the schedule for everyone.  She assigns who is on the desk and when, as well as who is assigned to answer phones and such.  But is there anyone actually assigned to shelve?  Nope.  To make a long story short, they tout how this is a 21st century library.  But nothing about what they do is of the present or the future.  They fail at everything they do, and they fail miserably.  They are ahead in one aspect.  The library administration is on the cutting edge of 22nd century mismanagement.

As I was finishing up my day at work I figured I best take a leak before hitting the road.  I went to the restroom and saw that the faucet in front of me was twisted.  But, when I touched it I came to find out it wasn't JUST twisted, it was loose.  As you can see in the gif above, it moves quite a bit.  Mind you, the library hasn't been open for two months yet, and this is already happening to the public restroom faucets.  I checked the other three and two were still pretty solid, but one was getting loose.  Yup, a 21st century library that is already falling apart.

Just before I left work I went upstairs to check out what was happening in the auditorium.  It turns out there was an event.  The chairs used were two different types.  See, the auditorium used to have about two hundred chairs.  But these dopes took about one hundred of the chairs to use for the study corals and the different tables around the library.  What a bunch of dopes.  Now they had to borrow about half of the chairs from the senior center next door.  Ah, did these dopes not think we would have any events in the auditorium ever again?  Again, yet another thing they got wrong in administration.

I don't remember which coworker suggested a hang, but after today's route I didn't want to hang out with anyone.  I wanted to rest.  I'm sure I wasn't missed from Korean BBQ tonight.  Yeah, some of the cute pages were there, but why bother going?  It's not like I have a chance with any of them.  It's not like this outing would serve as some sort of social lubricant.  It's just a hang, and when I hang out with people it always cost me more than it does if I just go out by myself.  I say that because in the past I've had meals that couldn't have been more than $25, and yet I'm throwing in $40 and not getting any change back.  How does that work out, huh?  So yeah, no thanks hang out tonight.  I was tired and not in the mood.

In these horrible times in which all of our leaders fail us... let us go back... and I mean WAY back to a time when leadership MEANT something.  If you are a Laker fan you will appreciate this film series.  History has tied Los Angeles and Boston though the Lakers and the Celtics.  But what we were then is two sides of the same coin.  We hated each other, because we saw the other side of ourselves in the other.  Each team represented a city and in turn we pinned our hopes on them winning or losing.  At the end of the day both Los Angles and Boston were the same.  We both rooted for our heroes.  We both wanted to win against THE one that tested us the most.  We both had histories that extended WAY beyond the boundaries of our cities.  What we didn't know then, and we should know now, is that Los Angeles and Boston are made up of working class people.  All of us are struggling to make it in this world.  And that's why there can never be a more poignant, relevant, and more storied rivalry than the Los Angeles Lakers verses the Boston Celtics.  PERIOD.

Fri June 16, The reference desk was fairly quiet this morning.  This, while the circulation desk was a madhouse of passports.  As you can see from the photo above, there were a lot of people waiting outside the door.  ARGH, this damn passport shit is killing this place.

And then there was TheWish.  I told myself that I wouldn't make any extraordinary effort with TheWish.  I was doing well.  That is until I had to help out at the desk, and I walked up to her and had to say something.  She rubbed up against me, and I pretty much lost it.  I wanted to grab her and kiss her.  So yeah, I failed.  I didn't ask her about her plans for tonight.  I also did just leave without lingering.  That was easy though, since she went to the postoffice to drop off the passports.  Anyway, I guess I'll see her next week.

I was lucky today to be at San Marino and to me indoors for most of the day.  It's cooler in San Marino than in The Valley.  But, I did have to go home eventually after my shift.  When I got in the car it was warm but not blazing hot.  When I got out of the car at home it was damn hot.  Still not blazing, but it sure felt horrible in comparison to the coolness of my car.  I came home and just plopped into my bed.  The entire drive home I was really sleepy.  But it was just inside of five miles that I was really drowsy.  I was so drowsy that I was straying into the next lane.  And that happened several times.  So much so that if in a couple of weeks TheWish doesn't want to hang out on my work Friday than I'll take a nap before driving home.  THAT's how out of it I was on the drive home.

Sat June 17, It was my day off today.  On my Saturdays off I usually just want to sleep and rest in general.  Today was no different.  But this heat made it difficult to just rest.  I did sleep though.  At one point my aunt asked if I was hungry, and if I wanted to maybe pick something up from a place close to the house.  Sure, I said.  I considered having it delivered, but I thought it would be good to get out for a little bit.  I went and ordered and of course there was a pretty girl working there.  Isn't that everywhere?  My larger point is that her figure was attractive.  As women's behinds will do, this one spoke to me.  Ha!  I know, what did it say to me?  A great many things, but what I want to focus on is sex.  I haven't had it in a while, and I miss it.  Duh, who wouldn't.  But it's the companionship that I also miss.  Those touches.  I think that's why I feel there's something there with TheWish.  We touch.  But funny enough, we didn't touch when we hung out.  Just at work.  To return to the main point, I definitely miss the feel of a woman.  Being in their presence is absolutely wonderful.  And yes, I said it just a few lines ago, I miss sex.  I'm not even sure I'm in shape for that these days.  I feel that I would be huffing and puffing and dying.

As per usual on a Saturday I was super lazy today.  At least I took a shower.  However, as soon as I did I went back to bed and passed out.  Oh these days I'm just so tired.  I need Saturday to recuperate.  And then even then, I could really use two days.  The heat didn't help my situation today, that's for sure.

I forgot to mention that the dummies at Central are considering buying some sort of communication device for the entire library.  This, because no one ever answers the phone.  This thing, as pictured above, is worn around the neck.  This way you can't be unreachable.  Ha!  Fuck these idiots.  I looked for pricing online, and while there isn't an exact price for this thing as a whole (service and devices and such), there is a ballpark figure.  I found that about 75 of these units will cost about $100,000 to start.  That includes each unit costing $350 or so.  And of course the server and installation costs, I'm sure.  And then there's a yearly service fee.  Instead of that they could give us part timers a raise, but why would they want to do that?  I fucking hate these administration sons of bitches.  They are wasting money, and are incompetent to boot.

Sun June 18, Talia is the first girl that I asked for her phone number.  She was my first real girlfriend, and real first adult relationship.  After that there haven't been that many more.  But yeah, she was the first.  Had some good times with her, but she was nuts.  And she's only become more nuts these days, which is why I can't talk to her any more.  But back in the day I liked her a lot.  I can't say I was in love with her, but I certainly loved her.  But then it turned out she was crazy.  Which might go a long way towards explaining how she ended up with me.  Still, good times.

I usually work Sundays, but this Sunday the power company was turning the power off to do some maintenance.  That meant no power to the building, which meant stay home.  Oh well.  I thought to myself, whatever will I do with myself today.  I didn't want to just stay home.  If I did my aunt would wonder why.  But I also didn't want to do much outside of the house, because of the heat.  I figured I could pretend to go to work, double back and since my aunt was visiting my Godmother I could sneak back home and chill.  Then, when the time was right I could call her and say that the power went out at work and pick her up.  Thus explaining why I was early.  Not to blow the rest of the story, but it worked like a charm.

I went back home after going to Ikea.  I found a couple things I MIGHT buy later.  But they weren't pressing, so I left them for another day.  I came home and chilled.  But what does a guy like me do when he's at home alone and just chilling?  If you answered jerk-off then you are correct.  Of course another correct answer would be to have his lady friend join him.  But, since I don't have a lady friend I went with the alternative.

After all that I called my aunt and sure enough my timing was just right.  I told her how work was closed and that I could pick her up.  I did, and then we went to the store.  Then she suggested having supper at this place on Ventura in Studio City.  She had see this "Mexican" restaurant when she's on the bus to my Godmother's.  She wanted to try it.  The second we arrived I knew this wasn't going to be good.  And not to say that the food was awful, it just wasn't very tasty.  Bland is the proper word to use.  It was just bland and meh.  I told her if she wanted to go to some good Mexican restaurants that I could take her to some.  This place was whatever.

Mon June 19, I wasn't scheduled to be on the reference desk today, but my coworker texted me to say that she was running late.  She asked if I could cover the reference desk until she got there.  Sure, I said.  Well, of course it had to be super busy.  The phone wouldn't stop ringing, and here was one patron after another coming at me.  I also had to deal with a message on the reference phone that mentioned a book that was returned.  It turned out the clerks checked in the book, but not the map.  And of course that meant this guy was getting notices for the map.

The above photo is of LaFlor.  I've had people tell me she's kinda plain looking.  And while I kinda get that on an intellectual level, I still find her attractive.  I think she has a lovely figure, and a really nice face.  She's cute, to put it that way.  And if I could date her I would in a heart beat.  Failing that, I'll photograph her.  She had a photography book at the wrist band desk.  And that's why I found myself bold enough to take a picture of her.  I put it out there that I need someone to model for photos.  She said not her, but she would be good.  Oh well, I'm trying.

We went over to TheGirl's after work, as we always do on a Monday.  On our way in I spotted some roses and thought it would be cute if I took a picture of Chan smelling the roses.  Too cute.

Tue June 20, Since I start work at 9am I tend to wait until the doors open.  Today, while standing there with a coworker, a mob of special needs kids gathered around us.  Clearly they don't know anything about the social contract.  Oh well, then again, no one else does either.

You might call today an effort to chronicle Benedict's crimes.  It didn't take long to spot his first one: two bags from the free lunch program.  I point this out because there should be three bags from the lunch program going back today.  But there were only two.  Now this is a small thing, but it's all these small things that add up to a big thing.  And that thing is him not doing his job correctly.  As I was saying, there should be bags from Casa, Grandview and from Adams.  The Adams bag missing means that on Wednesday Vagabundo would have four bags to take back.  Again, Benedict is not doing his job.

Oh and if that wasn't enough, here's another small thing that Benedict didn't do.  The red bins are where the new books are delivered.  When we return red bins they go back down to processing.  They is no other use for them.  To have a pair of bins in the van the next day is another example of Benedict not doing his job.  It's again, a small thing.  But as I just said, the small things count.  Because they accumulate and add up to time.  And Benedict has been known to mention just how fast he does the route compared to Vagabundo and me.  This is how he can say that, by cutting corners.  This all adds up.

Not to jump ahead, but there is also evidence that he doesn't go to the fire station to drop off mail.  He's supposed to go no matter what.  But the girl at the fire department has mentioned that there are times when he doesn't show up.  And even when he does have stuff to deliver to them he will often just drop the stuff on the desk and leave without picking up the outgoing mail.  It's not right.

On another subject, the dumb design of the library.  I point to this "path" that dummy patrons think will take them to the door.  This fucking "path" is not a path at all.  But of course these dummies didn't design this area correctly, so now so many dopes think this is some sort of path.  Mind you, the fact that there's a trash can on the so-called path should keep idiots from thinking it's a path.  But so many people are clueless.  So many people don't look at this and see that it's not inviting.

The picture above really frustrates me.  As you can see there's some idiot parked in a spot that's not a parking spot.  I usually park the van there, but of course I couldn't do it today.  This is getting to be completely frustrating with the parking and driving situation in this fucking city.  Every idiot drives any which way.  Every law is broken every second of every day.  There is little or no regard for my life or their own lives when driving.  I honestly don't know how there isn't more violent road rage reported in this city.

Wed June 21, I hit the ground running at work today.  I actually had a bunch of things I had to do, including helping Pseudo supervisor with some moving of boxes in the basement.  See, a few months ago there was talk of some boy scouts working on a project to make some shelves so that the friends of the library could have them in the lobby of the library.  Well, when the shelving units finally arrived they were WAY too big.  So Pseudo supervisor had me take them to the basement.  I did, and today we put a bunch of stuff on them.  Yay!  There are other things I had to get done, but I won't bore you with those details.

What I can talk about is taking picture of my coworkers.  I took some pictures of TheWish and some others.  You know, I don't know what to do with TheWish now.  I want to hang out with her, but at the same time I wonder if it's worth it at this point.  I don't feel that we have a spark.  I mean I do find her to be really attractive, but I don't know if any feelings are going to be reciprocated.  And honestly, I don't have the energy for this stuff any more.  I want to get to know TheWish better, but I just don't care that much right now.

We left puppy at TheGirl's place.  She didn't even let me in, because she knows that Cheyenne gets sad when we leave her at home for dinner.  TheGirl wanted to get some Mexican food at her favorite place.  I can't say that the food there is great, but their margaritas are fucking powerful.  I only need one to have me flying.  I told her that I wasn't going to be a cheap date this time, because I ordered a steak.  I ate most of it, but I also knew that I would eat the balance of the meal tomorrow.

There's a man that dresses like a woman that we often see at this Mexican restaurant.  He's a regular.  TheGirl wants to ask her what the deal is.  I just say live and let live.

Fri June 23, I played it really chill today.  I didn't do anything except sleep.  Well, I did some other things, but mainly I slept.  One thing I did was check my work email.  In the past year I would not get emails telling me my schedule for the month to come.  That used the be the practice way back in the day.  But since the renovation started, nothing.  That is until AD showed up with her stupid spread sheet schedule.  Then I was "getting" my schedule on that stupid sheet.  But of course that was fucking bullshit, and AD had no choice but to still use the online work schedule.  Begrudgingly she had to see that the library's entire system is based on this online work calendar thing.  And her trying to say that she hates it isn't going to override the fact that we're all used to it.  These days her work around is that she prints out her stupid schedule, and one of the peons at Adams gets to input the information.  AD's solution: add another layer, because she doesn't like that online calendar.  Idiot.  Of course she is also a big idiot, because I'm listed to work 9am to 3pm in July.  In July, EVERY FUCKING YEAR, we start at 8am in order to drive to Pasadena and drop off books there.  Because that's what we do for the second half of the year.  I just love that idiot AD is clueless when it comes to the details of the route.  I know, she's new.  But of course my stupid supervisor should have told her that her information is completely wrong.  But he won't, and I don't give a shit any more.  Fuck AD!  I just go in there and get the job done.  I don't give a shit about her asshole schedule that doesn't make sense.

I didn't get to talk about this because I didn't have an entry for Thursday, but here goes.  The Grandview library has been going through a mini renovation.  It's small changes that were supposed to happen two years ago, but are JUST now getting done.  For the most part the library looks good.  But then, when I looked closer, I found some interesting things that were missing.  They didn't register until I saw the above picture.  There's no desk.  My buddy Vagabundo told me that there will be a "floating" desk that will be used.  Of course.  They go and fuck up another library renovation with this mini desk idea.  You know, that shit doesn't work.  I would think that now with their experience and failure in this service model that they would no continue doing this one desk thing.  But, rather than learn, they are going to continue down this road of failure until someone with some reason comes along and changes things.  For now it's yet another failure on their part.  These idiots will never learn.

Sat June 24, A few weeks ago TheGirl and I were drunk talking about driving up to Cambria for a day trip.  Even before I sobered up I told her that such a trip would be difficult.  Mainly because of the distance, and the time we would spend on the road total if we just drove up there and back would be close to eight hours.  That's WAY too much driving, even if I'm not doing it.  So I suggested Santa Barbara instead.  Of course we had to have Chan and Cheyenne in tow.  But TheGirl's daughter also came along for the ride.

We were nearly to Santa Barbara when TheGirl noticed some shop on the side of the road.  She mentioned how she always wanted to stop there, but she never had.  I told her, "Well, why not now?"  She got off at the next exit, and I'm glad.  The place is store, to be sure, but it's also a garden.  More on that in a moment.  The outside is really cool looking, what with all the Buddhas around.

And then there was the garden in the back, which was incredibly lush.  I definitely need to come here again.  Who I later found out was the owner pointed out that I could sit and relax and have some tea.  And she also pointed out that the garden extended behind this one building and wrapped around to the other side.  This place is SO cool.  Like I said I definitely need to come back here again.

The five of us then traveled to the botanic garden in Santa Barbara.  It didn't offer a lush environment like that place in Summerland did, but it was nice as well.  We walked the grounds, and enjoyed the redwood forest.  It's definitely the highlight of any visit to that botanic garden.

I'm not sure why I even bother researching food places when I go out with TheGirl.  I work and check to find some good places to eat in Santa Barbara that are also dog friendly.  Not an easy task, mind you.  But where do we end up eating?  Santa Ynez, over a half hour north of Santa Barbara.  Just great.  All my research goes down the drain.  And I KNOW for a fact that the food we could have eaten in Santa Barbara would have been much better than what we ate.  Not to say what we ate wasn't that good, it was good.  But it wasn't great.  The booze hit the spot, that's for sure.  That's what my places didn't have, alcohol.  Well, the Mexican food place didn't.  Oh well, I enjoyed the margaritas.  But my food could have been better.

After lunch TheGirl and her daughter wanted to go to Solvang.  Hey, I wasn't driving and the booze was making me feel as well as I could get.  We walked around, saw some of the shops.  I was still drunk.  I was already tired, but walking up and down the main drag in Solvang with that heat took it out of me.  When I got in the car to go home, it was all I could do to not pass out right away.  I actually did fall asleep a few times while driving back.  I'm so glad I didn't do the driving.  Still, it was a damn good time.

Sun June 25, I went to bed early last night, because I wasn't feeling well.  This morning I felt a little better, but not that great.  I nearly forgot, today I was supposed to have breakfast with my former coworker Angela.  But, it fell through.  And it was all her fault.  And I wonder why I bother with anything.  If you read an entry from two weeks ago I was thought I was going to have breakfast with this particular coworker two weeks ago.  But of course she said "Let's do this in two weeks," but I didn't read THAT part of the text.  So I was left holding the bag and eating a breakfast burrito from Lucky Boy in the park.  By myself.  Now she texted me last night asking if we were still on for today.  Sure, of course we were, I told her.  And then nothing.  No response back from her.  Well, seeing as I didn't feel well this morning I didn't want to respond to her when she asked me at 9am if I was awake.  I said fuck that, and didn't respond for a few minutes.  I told her I was taking a shower, and that since I hadn't heard from her that I figured it was off.  She apologized and said she was busy.  Which may be true, but don't expect me to be on your beck and call.  I had reservations at a nice place in Pasadena that I've been wanting to try for a LONG time.  But that place is too nice for her.  If she mentions another breakfast date I'll ask her to set a specific time and place.  None of this informality shit.

As I said earlier, I woke up not feeling well.  Actually, I haven't been feeling well for a while.  Friday I was glad to not go to work, because it meant I could rest.  I went to Santa Barbara with TheGirl yesterday, and when I got home I really felt it.  Today I had to work, but I didn't have the energy to do anything.  When I arrived home I ate a little something, because my stomach was empty, and I went to bed to rest.

Now I'm here at my desk writing this.  I'm not well, but I feel better.  I was chatting with T at work and my buddy via text about how horrible the situation at San Marino's circulation desk has become.  Nothing is going to change, of course.  Because these are dark times, when ignorance is reigning.  In response I think that I need to take a vow of silence at both of my jobs.  I thought about doing it just at San Marino, but Glendale needs the silent treatment as well.  In the past I've wanted to do this, and I have with limited success.  But I did have a good run, and I think I can do that again.  I'm just so tired of all the bullshit.

And then there's the lovely Joyce Hyser.  Why her?  Quite frankly I am posting something on her today, because I remembered her and looked her up online the other day.  I'm not sure what prompted me to think of her, but she was one of the women I had a crush on back in the day.  Sue me for posting this picture of her.  I was just strolling down memory lane.

Mon June 26, I do like TheWish a lot, and find her to be really cute.  Attractive is a another way of saying it.  Yes, I would like to sleep with TheWish.  Duh, that's a given.  And then there's LaFlor, who is equally attractive and who has been on my radar since she started working here.  *sigh* Quite simply I would like to be with LaFlor as well.  Even if it meant not having a chance with TheWish.  Now all this is mute since I'm not going to be with either of them.  LaFlor and TheWish clearly are not interested in me.  Yes, I hung out with TheWish a couple of times, which is a sign.  But at the same time I'm not catching a vibe from her.  And this is why I've given up on TheWish.  I know that I'll still probably ask her to hang out, and she will hang out.  But what does it mean when I'm also not feeling the vibe?

About three weeks ago I emailed the city in order to fix this swinging door at circulation.  Well, I waited, and waited and of course waited, for them to fix it.  No one from the city ever came and fixed it.  Today I couldn't take it and I asked my coworker to help me fix this fucking door.  In less than ten minutes the swing door was fixed.  Thanks for nothing, city douches.

As if fixing the swinging door wasn't enough, I had to reset the chiller several times today.  For some reason the number two compressor always goes off.  And that's the side that faces the sun all day, so that side of the library is always going to be susceptible to more heat.  But did those who designed this building bring that to mind when they installed the air conditioning system?  It sure doesn't seem like it to me.

Pseudo supervisor bought a new all-in-one printer copier.  She put me in charge of getting the thing set up.  Since I don't have administrative privileges on my work computer I quickly emailed the boss to see if she could get the city's IT dummies to come over and install the drivers for this particular printer.  I'm pretty sure they will take longer than a week to get it done.  Womp, womp.

Here is a picture of Chan watching TV at TheGirl's place.  It was at the end of the night when we go over and chill with her.  This is after a lot of roughhousing with Cheyenne, and talk of a possible trip up to Carmel in September.  I already have my trip all set up for November, so if I go with TheGirl and her daughter and Cheyenne or not I'm good.  Of course I would love to go up to Carmel again before my own trip up there.  We just need to figure out what were going to do when we go up there next time.  Point Lobos is out, because Cheyenne isn't allowed in there.  I told TheGirl that we could get a dog sitter for Cheyenne for a few hours.  Truly I would want to be at Point Lobos for only a few hours and then get out of Dodge before all the dummy tourists show up.  It's what I usually do on my trips up there.  Time will tell what we do.

Tue June 27, I talked to my buddy after work last night and we predicted that there would not be the proper amount of bags in the van this morning.  I also predicted that there would be red bins in the van.  Sure enough, both predictions were right (as pictured above).  Believe me, I didn't have to be Carnac the Magnificent to figure THIS one out.  Benedict is as predictable as the sun.  My buddy was saying that he lacks any kind of work ethic, and also zero curiosity how things are done outside of him.  Like the gasoline for the van.  He's never asked either of us for that information.  I don't care if he does or not, but my buddy points out that it shows how he just doesn't give a shit.  Yup, Benedict doesn't give one shit about doing the job well.  He just wants to get paid.

Benedict isn't the only one that can't do their job right at the library.  Whoever did the sorting last night needs a few lessons in sorting the items going out to the branches.  Case in point, a tail of two pictures (above).  The first picture shows some items that were left outside the bins.  The second shows the same items inside the bins.  Who did that?  I did.  I moved a couple of things in the bins and made these few items fit.  But do my coworkers go above and beyond like this?  One word... nope.

The route was nothing special, that is until I got more evidence on Benedict not doing his job.  Adams should only have one bag when I pick up their books on a Tuesday.  On Thursdays there's only one lunch bag.  But, the last two Mondays I've noticed there have been two bags going out.  Now why is that?  Because Benedict isn't doing his job.  He isn't picking those bags up.  I don't know what the fuck he's doing on the route, but he's fucking around and not doing the simplest of things.  Case in point, these two bags.  It might seem petty, but it's not.  It piles up.  And for that I need to show you another picture.

At the end of my route I had FIVE bags going back tomorrow to the guy that delivers the meals at Pacific.  What I didn't show you in the previous pictures is the Grandview bag that Adams had today.  They had so many kids that Adams requested more lunches, and since Grandview always has leftovers they took them their bag with their lunches.  So Adams didn't just have TWO bags today, they had THREE bags today.  Add that to the one from Casa and the one from Grandview today and you have five bags total.  See, THIS is what I mean about things piling up because Benedict doesn't do his job right.  Now my buddy will have to take five bags back, when there should have been only three.  It might seem petty, but this is just ONE example of what his inactions on the route does to my buddy and me.

I'll keep gathering this evidence, but really I don't think it will do any good.  The fools that run this library are clueless.  And even if I gave them all this information they would not do anything with it.  If anything they would think that I'm some sort of troublemaker and brand me as such.  The only way I could do this is if I won the lottery and I had a way out of this job.  Then I could just show them the evidence and if they did something against me I could just live off my winnings.  All I know is that Benedict needs to go.

Wed June 28, The IT guys have yet to install the drivers on to my computer, so that I can use the new all-in-one printer that Pseudo supervisor bought for the office.  Which means they won't do it until next week.  WAY too late for any reasonable person.  Especially since I asked the boss to have them do it on Monday.  Whatever, it gives me an excuse to do other things.

I tried to talk to TheWish today.  And admittedly she was busy with those fucking passports.  But, she also kinda just shut me down.  At least that's how I saw it.  And really this just goes a long way towards me counting her as a lost cause.  I mean, I guess I could still ask her for a couple of Fridays from now.  I feel that's just delaying that which I already know... this isn't working out.  I grant you, it's my fault for being so wishy washy.

TheGirl and I had our traditional Wednesday night dinner.  We went to a place that was our second option.  Actually, TheGirl mentioned this one place in Studio City that looked really good.  I have eaten at the Sherman Oaks location of the same restaurant chain.  So I had a good feeling about the Studio City location.  Well, when I get to TheGirl's place she asks how much I would hate it if we didn't go to that restaurant, because she was tired from her commute, and we rather go somewhere else.  What am I supposed to say to that kind of remark?  No, we definitely have to go to that place that's farther away than you want to drive tonight?  Of course I said whatever is fine by me.  And we ended up at this place called Riverside.  Which has a nice view, but the last few times we've been there has under performed in terms of the food.  Tonight was no exception.  I need to find a go-to dish there and stick with it.  Tonight I had cheese-steak sliders, which were flavorless.  I mean, how do you make steak flavorless?  Ask these dopes.  I'll have to scan their menu some other time and be prepared with a go-to dish that's going to be better than what I've had the last few times we've gone there.  At least the booze is good.

Thu June 29, I took this picture about ten minutes after opening.  Of course the library is empty.  No surprise there.  Weeks ago I heard that Benedict and Vagabundo were given their new key cards for the side entrance.  Seeing that I will have to arrive earlier next week, I wanted to get my key card so I could enter the building at 8am.  I finally went upstairs and asked them for my key card.  They asked, "Didn't Les tell you."  No, I told them, I was never told.  Fucking idiots.

While I was loading up the van with book bins I noticed that the book truck I was using was going sideways.  I mean really bad.  To the point that I missed the turn on one trip and hit the grass, sending a pair of book bins to the ground.  As you can see from the picture the wheel is coming off.  What a cheap piece of shit truck.  The library dopes bought these no more than a couple of months ago, and this one is already falling apart.  What's also great is that they only bought a few of the flat ones.  Fucking idiots never get anything right.

When I arrived at Adams I was not surprised to see that there were a lot of float going to Pacific.  What I didn't expect that what I saw sitting there was just the tip of the iceberg.  Ru batted her eyes at me and asks if I could possibly take the float today.  And then there's more float that comes out of the woodwork.  I agreed, mainly because Ru.  She was bouncing all over the place today.  I couldn't help myself.  But also, I figured that if I got this done today I wouldn't have to worry about doing it later.  And also, Ru.

When I arrived at Pacific my cute coworker looked amazing.  She's so curvy, and I love it.  As I was there chatting her up Jr. mentions that there's an email announcing Stupid Sharon leaving and another email announcing the retirement of the children's librarian at Central.  Both were not surprises to me.  Especially the children's librarian, who literally told me she wasn't going to stay much longer.

Here's a good line for a laugh.  This line is from the email touting Stupid Sharon's "accomplishments" while at the library.

"She has led the charge in bolstering our social media presence, worked with a creative team on rebranding our libraries, introduced the new Downtown Central through an aggressive marketing campaign, administrated Arts and Culture Commission programs including the Public Art Master Plan and the utility box program, initiated the AHA (Art Happens Anywhere) program, and developed a strategy for the MakerSpace and SoundSpace."

By the way, so many of these things are complete failures.  The "rebranding" is a pile of bullshit.  To name the library downtown anything isn't fucking branding, it's a confusing.  The mockery space and the recording studio are unused.  Completely unused.  And they will sit unused until they decide to repurpose those rooms.  In short, in her short time at the library she was a force for ineffectiveness and actually left it a lot worse than when she arrived.  Period!

As far as Theresa's retirement email from Maleficent, it's pretty tame.  But I will quote the beginning.

"It is with mixed feelings that I announce Theresa's retirement after over 22 years of dedicated service to the children of Glendale and beyond."

Ah... "Mixed feelings?"  That to me smacks of I am glad she's gone, but I have to say that I'm sad.  Fucking Maleficent.  Also, Maleficent put the wrong date on the final day.  In her email she said that Theresa's last day is June 14th.  Which would mean she retired two weeks ago.  I think it was wishful thinking on her part.

As an aside, my buddy and I have speculated that if Theresa retired that it was nearly a sure thing that MicroManager would retire.  I suspect that we'll be hearing about her retirement in the next couple of weeks.

Fri June 30, There was stirring earlier in the week that one of my coworkers, one of the librarians, was quitting in order to take another librarian job.  A full time librarian job for Los Angeles.  I guess I didn't want to believe it.  Well, today the boss gave me the news that it was true.  And the boss asked if I could take over the librarian's Monday and Friday shifts until they hired a new person.  Sure, I told her, and then texted the librarian.  She texted me back that it was a "Tough decision."  Dang.  I've always had a little bit of a crush on this particular coworker.  I hope to keep in touch with her via text, but you know these things go.  The rumor is that she HAD to get a full time job, because her husband was insisting that she get one.  I have to say that if that's true it's going to be a messed up situation.  The librarian will resent her husband if things don't go well at the new job.  But, what can you do?  Clearly they needed more money coming in to the situation.  I do remember that they recently moved to a new house.  Damn.  I wish her luck and I had to see her go.

I have no idea where this is going to go, but today I just went up to TheWish and asked her if she was free a couple of weeks from today in order to get some food.  She said yes, in a coy manner.  So yeah, that's the TheWish report for today.  We didn't get to interact much, because she was busy and I was busy at our respective desks.

There's a pretty patron that comes into the library to study.  She and I exchange hellos, and waves.  Today she was in the gallery hallway and she chatted me up a little.  Told me she was studying for the bar exam.  Tough test.  Why I bring this is up is that I think I caught a vibe from her today.  I certainly think she's attractive, but I don't know what that vibe was today.  Maybe it was her being friendly.  Nah, my buddy thinks she wants it.  Perhaps, but I'm not going to assume.  I'll keep chatting her up.

After work my buddy and I picked up Misa and we went to get a good burger.  We hung out, shot the shit about our job, and basically had a great time.  There's not much else to say about that.  It's getting late and I'm getting sleepy.

Took this photo while having dinner with TheGirl.  We often go to a Mexican restaurant that has some yummy margaritas.  I took a picture of the chips and salsa.

Who doesn't need a drink once in a while?  I'm not big on wine, but sometimes there's nothing else.

I went to dinner with TheWish recently and had a slice of apple pie with cheddar cheese on top.  It was something we had been talking about for a while, since neither of us had ever eaten such a thing.  I'm happy to report that it was yummy.