The Library

If I had even considered being a librarian, I can officially over that contemplation. Reception had no need for me so I was sent to the library to see if anyone needed my help. The library was a mess, so it was my job to tidy up. I don't mind doing that at all. Picking up papers and all the misplaced books are what my duties consisted of. The librarian and I also rocked out to some Ed Sheeran and Michael Jackson. Though I don’t mind doing these tasks, picking up everything that all the students have left was kinda gross. After that, we went to the back room to sort the fiction books. I was told to alphabetize from the start of the alphabet and she would start from the back. At least, that’s what I did. She sped through her half and caught up with me around G. My section was beautifully alphabetized and such, and when I went to put a book in her half, I realized hers wasn’t in order. The authors with last names of the same letter were together, but that was about it. I was in a bit of a state of shock. I’ll admit, a little bit of OCD kicked in. I just wanted to stay in the back room and alphabetize her part. I did get a pretty good arm workout lifting all those books and moving rows of them down and such.
She declared she was taking a tea break and wanted to know how I took my tea. Um…I don’t know. I just make it up until it tastes good. I told her something that I thought sounded accurate, a little milk and three sugars, and it turned out pretty good! While we drank our tea, we were able to chat for a bit, which was nice. She told me she wanted to go to the US to be able to understand all the jokes on television shows. Please let me tell you what she wanted to experience in the states.


She wanted to eat a ho-ho. Like the twinkie thing? I suppose. I regrettably had to inform her that Hostess went broke, so that dream may never come true. She was actually disappointed!


Two: She wanted to go to a Seven Eleven, like the convenient store. I quickly told her that people who aren’t hoodlums don’t hang out there. She thought they were corner cafes. No. It’s a gas station with some snacks and lottery tickets.


A grocery store was the third item on the list. She wanted to go to one of our massive supermarkets.
This woman was also super excited that I had shot a gun before and wanted to know all about it. It was so weird. She thought it was the coolest thing! Crazy Brits. Afterwards we worked a bit more on the library. We moved on to the nonfiction section which were organized by a number system. After discovering that this section had no true organization, I just began placing books in the general area where they should be located. It was pointless to try its correct spot, because it didn’t have a spot. The books were simply thrown on the shelf. I can’t even handle that. After all that sorting, I was of no use and sent on my way.


With some time on my hands I did a bit of shopping before coming back to the flat to prepare for dinner. A group of us were celebrating Emily D. and Lindsay’s birthdays. We started with dinner at Wahaca which was an immensely delicious Mexican restaurant. I wish we would have found that gem a bit earlier. It was the girls’ 21^st so we needed to celebrate! From dinner, we went to a bar called B@1 that was recommended to us and it was great! The bartenders were so nice and friendly, and cute I may add. And they had drinks that I recognized! So exciting. They even had alcoholic milkshakes which were amazing. It was a lot of fun to hang out and meet people, and we just had a really good time. We even got them to play some American music, including Baby Got Back. We spent a while there before heading back to the flat. We had to work the next morning, so there was no hardcore partying for us. Boo.

Week Six: Day Two: Internship 15