Back to work
Jan. 18th, 2012 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
monkey5sI called this morning and asked if I could come in for a half-shift, 4:30-8:30. Assistant director felt that was covered enough, but I should come in to cover my rover2 shift, 2-5, and then I could leave at 6 if I wanted. ::..sigh..::
So, I did it. It was a trial getting myself in, and a drag, but as it turned out, I was never called for rover2, and I only helped out a couple of times when I was passing the desk during that time. I decided I could stay the rest of the evening.
It got frantic busy more than once in the evening, and I was on my feet helping a lot more than I had during my assigned shift. But, I made it.
Including the part at closing where the supervisor discovered that the front desk keys were missing. Not hanging on the hook, not in any drawer at the front desk, not anywhere we could figure. The other adult staffer on duty recalled that our most severely scatterbrained coworker had been showing a patron the meeting room, so maybe she had used them then? MSSC was called, didn't answer. When she called back after missing the call from us, I answered. She said yes, she did use the front desk keys to let the woman in, but she was sure she hung them back up. Then MSSC remembered that the woman asked about the media available for the room, so she had to unlock the storage closet, and then she asked about an address, so she went back into the library with her and stopped at one of the computer terminals to look it up. "Gee, I hope I didn't leave them around the terminal I used!" Yeah, MSSC, we all hope that- because they sure aren't there now. We told her to please check her coat pockets (MSSC wears her winter coat indoors most of the cooler days, she's constantly freezing), pants pockets, any other pockets she can think of. This wouldn't be such an issue except we use, er, legacy furnishings, to put it politely, and some of these cabinets only have just the one key- and it's on the master keyring there at the front desk. The supervisor was trying not to foam at the mouth in the background as I was talking to MSSC, saying, "The LAPTOPS cabinet! The cabinets in the HERITAGE ROOM! Tell her she NEEDS TO FIND THEM, and get them back here BY 9 AM!"
If When the keys are found, I am going to create a disgusting, huge, klunky, ugly attachment for the keyring, to the point where NO ONE will EVER be able to put them in their pocket, or overlook them.
Oh, and when I was getting the trash out last night (slowly, painfully, too much bending over giving me a headrush), I realized I did lose something over my horribly sick weekend. Back on Friday morning, I had pulled down a pound and a half of stew meat from the freezer, to make stew Sunday or Monday. I elected not to check on it Tuesday night when I was clearing out the fridge, because the bag was a little inflated. Nope, just chucked it, carefully, into the garbage and hauled it out.
So, I did it. It was a trial getting myself in, and a drag, but as it turned out, I was never called for rover2, and I only helped out a couple of times when I was passing the desk during that time. I decided I could stay the rest of the evening.
It got frantic busy more than once in the evening, and I was on my feet helping a lot more than I had during my assigned shift. But, I made it.
Including the part at closing where the supervisor discovered that the front desk keys were missing. Not hanging on the hook, not in any drawer at the front desk, not anywhere we could figure. The other adult staffer on duty recalled that our most severely scatterbrained coworker had been showing a patron the meeting room, so maybe she had used them then? MSSC was called, didn't answer. When she called back after missing the call from us, I answered. She said yes, she did use the front desk keys to let the woman in, but she was sure she hung them back up. Then MSSC remembered that the woman asked about the media available for the room, so she had to unlock the storage closet, and then she asked about an address, so she went back into the library with her and stopped at one of the computer terminals to look it up. "Gee, I hope I didn't leave them around the terminal I used!" Yeah, MSSC, we all hope that- because they sure aren't there now. We told her to please check her coat pockets (MSSC wears her winter coat indoors most of the cooler days, she's constantly freezing), pants pockets, any other pockets she can think of. This wouldn't be such an issue except we use, er, legacy furnishings, to put it politely, and some of these cabinets only have just the one key- and it's on the master keyring there at the front desk. The supervisor was trying not to foam at the mouth in the background as I was talking to MSSC, saying, "The LAPTOPS cabinet! The cabinets in the HERITAGE ROOM! Tell her she NEEDS TO FIND THEM, and get them back here BY 9 AM!"
Oh, and when I was getting the trash out last night (slowly, painfully, too much bending over giving me a headrush), I realized I did lose something over my horribly sick weekend. Back on Friday morning, I had pulled down a pound and a half of stew meat from the freezer, to make stew Sunday or Monday. I elected not to check on it Tuesday night when I was clearing out the fridge, because the bag was a little inflated. Nope, just chucked it, carefully, into the garbage and hauled it out.
