vote for obama

sadly, i will not be voting today because i did not get my act together in time to change my registration from independent to democrat. i also didn't get it together enough to figure out where it is i am registered to vote. but please, vote for my man obama. and if you were thinking of not voting maybe you could go vote for him on my behalf. thanks. i really appreciate it.
but what i really wanted to rant to you about right now is that the african american jew (aka the sexual predator) sent me a mass email today telling me to vote for obama. can you believe him!? you molest me via IM, then you accuse me of god knows what, and now you want to know my political beliefs. so i sent him an email with just one line "please take me off your email list." i would have cursed him out but mr. katz says he thinks i need to learn to "just walk away" from conflicts. so then AAJ writes back "will do!" like nothing happened. grrrrrrrr. hate him. grrrrrrrrrr.

black history month

i am really feeling lazy today, which i think is pretty typical of saturdays. in an attempt to do something constructive with my time i created this fabulous black history month bulletin board. i have to say, i am very proud of it. it's a bit controversial too. overall my theme is one of rising up against oppression and the ultimate power of the people. please notice that there is a picture of my man obama and i've placed him next to a picture of someone who has painted himself in "white face" with the word "vote" on his forehead. this is my subtle message that you should vote for obama. also, i threw in a picture of huey newton and the black panthers. i am such a radical. seriously, i feel empowered just looking at this display.
(p.s. i didn't want to put in that picture of oprah but the kid who doesn't like hoboes asked me to and how can i resist him?)

those pesky kids and our miniscule chairs

when we opened today at 10 am, a mother came in with four kids. she said she wanted her son to read down his fines. turns out he owes about $70. so i got them all set up and she said to the oldest kid who is probably in 5th or 6th grade that he needed to watch them and make sure they behave. now, i often see mothers leaving their kids here. and usually they are even younger than these kids. sometimes they are as young as 6 or 7. so i am not too bothered by these kids being left here, as this situation is better than most drop off situations i encounter.
so one kid asks me for books on martin luther king, another asks for easy books (he is in second grade but not really reading up to his level) and the youngest kid asks for books on motorcycles. they are very well-mannered children, saying their pleases and thankyous. the youngest kid said that these were the best books on motorcycles ever.
so they take their books and they sit at one of the adult tables. please note that there are no adults in the adult area at this time.
within a few minutes the head clerk has sent over my nice friend to kick the children out of the adult area. now, these kids were not being loud or disruptive or anything. they weren't even talking to each other. they were all reading. but according to the head clerk they are not allowed to be in the adult area. they can only be in the children's room. i am pretty sure this is not a real rule. maybe they didn't want to sit on our miniscule chairs (shown above. please note that the chairs can actually fit under the table)
so the children are then banished to the children's room and our miniscule chairs for no reason. they continue to read quietly, then a few of them ask me for crayons. this is all typical stuff. not a problem.
so the head clerk comes up to me and asks me where their mother is. i say she left. then she starts saying how we are not a babysitting service and that kids can't be left here. so i say, "but kids are left here all the time." then she explains that it is somehow ok to abandon your child here on weekdays, but leaving your child here on a saturday is a no-no. "but they are sitting quietly reading," i tell her, "and they're older." (i had an instance recently with a kindergartener being left here and being very disruptive and i had to tell the mom she couldn't be left here alone. so i'm not a pushover or anything) anyway. i continue, "they're not doing anything wrong." she grumbles about how they can't be left here and blah blah blah mothers can't use us as a babysitting service. i tell her i just don't see what the problem is. this is totally status quo for this library. if anything i am happy that they are under the care of an older sibling. and they are being quiet angelic children! seeing that she is making no headway with me and that i will not be outraged by the presence of children in the children's room, she just walks away.
on a side note, i would just like to add that if i had to hazard a guess i would say that at any given time 95%-100% of the kids under the age of 16 who hang out in this library are here without any adult supervision.

subscribing to my blog OR the blind leading the blind

so some people have been asking me lately how to subscribe to this blog. and the short answer is, i'm not exactly sure. but i've done some investigation and here's what i have come up with. if you click on one of those handy orange icons (at right) you will be led to pick what "reader" you want to subscribe to. i'm going to assume that if you need help, you most likely don't subscribe to any kind of reader, like bloglines or anything like that. so if you don't want to get involved subscribing to a reader, what you can do, if you have a yahoo or a google account, you can choose one of those and then this blog will be added as a headline on your personal yahoo or google homepage. make sense? good luck.

the swift arm of the law

sometimes the cops come hang out in the library because they want a place to sit that's warm in the winter and cool in the summer. and sometimes they show up when we call them, you know like for emergencies and stuff. but they don't always come here when we call them, it being "the hood" and all.

yesterday these two cops come in and they're asking all these questions about someone who may or may not be dealing drugs in the library. turns out someone called the cops and tipped them off. so my manager starts going around trying to figure out who called them.
manager: did you call the cops?
me: no.
manager: because they are saying someone called them yesterday about someone dealing drugs in the library.
me: why are they here today if someone called them yesterday?
then she kind of shrugged and rolled her eyes (she loves rolling her eyes). then she walked away.

of course the police left with no useful information or leads or anything. i mean, i'm sure most times when people are dealing drugs in a public building they'll just hang around for days at a time, so there's really no rush for the police to get there in a timely fashion. but i guess our drug dealer is a little smarter than that and decided to leave the scene of the supposed crime. well, what will they think of next?

i bleed for free cookies

have i ever told you how much i enjoy donating blood? well i do! strange, isn't it? i really love it. people are so nice to you when you are donating blood, and they take care of you like you're sick, but you're not actually sick. and everything is all sterilized and clean, and when it's over you get free cookies and juice. yay! so i found out that there will be a blood drive in a few weeks at Central and not only will i get free cookies but i will also earn THREE HOURS of vacation time. woohoo! i'm so there.

dirtiness! beware!

it turns out ... i do not accept pleasure from strangers.

previous to my short-lived adventure with the glam rocker, i had gone out on two dates with an african american jew. at first i thought he was from a tribe of jews in africa, but then i found out that he is just from manhattan and he converted.
so he and i were supposed to have a third date the night after i met the glam rocker. but i was so taken with the glam rocker, and really not taken so much with this guy. we hadn't really connected on a deep level, we had barely kissed, i just wasn't feeling it. and to be perfectly honest, i felt a little uneasy around him. like he was always trying to push me out of my comfort zone or something.
so anyway, the other day he IMed me and asked me why i canceled our date and where have i been blah blah blah. so i say to him, "i will be honest with you. i have met someone else." and i figure even though it didn't work out with the glam rocker, i at least know that if i like the GR so much more than the AAJ, than really i shouldn't be with the AAJ. right?
so we got into a little tiff about whether or not i owed him an explanation. i maintain that under the law of social niceties, i do NOT owe him anything since we only had two dates and there was very little physical contact. also there were no long phone calls or great communications in between dates. he said that this would come back to me in karma. is what happened with the GR karma? i don't think so. because, as i said, i owed the african american jew nothing.
so tonight i came home from my writing class, punched some stuff at the gym, took a bath and read the new yorker, and am now relaxing with my laptop and this weird mushroom flavored polish cheese that i got at my favorite bodega.
anyway (where is the dirtiness you ask? ) so he IMs me tonight and says that he is sorry it didn't work out. and that he thinks i am hot. so i said "i know." and i meant this in two ways.
1. i know i am hot, i do not need you to tell me this
2. i know you are very taken by my hotness and it is a little creepy
then he tells me that i am missing out on something spectacular.
suddenly, i am kind of feeling sorry for this poor guy, grasping at straws, IMing a girl who is obviously not interested in him. so i tell him that i am sure he is a great person, but i don't think we make sense as a couple, having nothing to do with the quality of human being he is.
african american jew: yeah, you're right
african american jew: but i just wanted you
me: i know
me: sorry
african american jew: i know it won't work out
african american jew: i can't be your boyfriend
african american jew: but i still want to experience you
african american jew: please let me please you
me: dude! are you asking what i think you're asking?
african american jew: i could really pleasure you
me: you are sick
african american jew: i want to fill your empty spaces
me: i am blocking you!
and then while he was trying to type me another message i frantically blocked him from IMing me ever again.
but the story continues! so while i am writing this post, he sends me an e-mail
"i am not asking for sex just friendship on a high level!"
to which i respond "go %@$& yourself."
and then he writes back: "why would you write something like that ... i don't want to have sex with you, leave me alone!"
oh ... my .... god. what a sick bastard. now i must go to facebook and block him from my facebook. i would also like to add that this is the second person from jdate that i have had to block from contacting me in the past two weeks. seriously, a message to the single jews of the metropolitan area: get your shit together.