Thursday, August 14, 2003

It's late. I can't sleep. I keep thinking about the library and feeling stupider and stupider and I'm freaking out and panicking and I want to scream or cry or run or throw something. I'm imagining all sorts of things that will happen once they find out and I don't want to make everyone disappointed. The librarian ASKED for me to take this job. They could have interviewed people - but they didn't. They ASKED FOR ME. And what do I do? I completely mess everything up.

I feel terrible. I don't know what to do. On top of this whole magazine-recording thing, I also realized that I stamped them all wrong. Some of them should be stamped L***** Public Library and some should be stamped L***** High School Library. I stamped them all the same way. Two of my three sets of magazines have been put away already, and chances are no one will notice those. The set I did today is the one that's going to be noticed. I feel so unbelievably stupid.



Hailey spazzed at 1:27:00 a.m.

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