It's Super Moon Sunday!

In case you haven't heard, there is a Super (Full) Moon tonight.

I don't know if that is what is making my weekend so strange but also very special.  

The events:

Friday morning: I took a chance and went to the local urgent-care-type facility to get the physical my new school district requires. I was out of there in less than 90 minutes (new record) but not unscathed--I get to spend the weekend with a big mark on my left arm from a stupid TB test.

Friday night: Last-minute invite to a longtime friend's house where she was having a "Girls' Night" dinner.  Discovered wine slushies.  Surrounded by elementary school moms offering dating advice.

Saturday morning: Woke up wondering why I could see, and realized I'd gone to bed with all my night routine done except taking out my contacts.  That has not happened to me since college!  (Blaming it on the wine slushies, of course.)  Had to wear my glasses--very thankful I put updated lenses in them last month--and looked the part of a "SaturdayLibrarian" (most entertaining Twitter hashtag ever!) for sure.
My dear friend and co-worker LibraryElf tells me there's a Super Moon this weekend.  (Then she bails because she's got comp time from running the summer reading programs!  How cruel!!!  No, seriously, I love you, LibraryElf.)
So we brace ourselves for the interesting patrons we will encounter.

Saturday afternoon: There they are!  
  • The elderly patron who shows up right as I'm trying to head to lunch (hounded by a very caring Circ staffer who makes sure we all get lunch) and declares hasn't checked her Gmail in five years and wants to do it right now.  And she doesn't understand her account has been hacked.  She refused to deal with the involved steps of either resetting her password or making a new account, so I had to send her on her way with things to think about and discuss with her daughters (who made her set up that account all those years ago).  People, don't make your elderly parents sign up for e-mail when they don't have access and don't like to use computers.  PLEASE.
  • Still got a "Do you work here?" when I'm walking around with a requests printout and (as mentioned earlier) wearing my glasses.  YES, I DO.  LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE SIXTY CENT/HOUR RAISE I GOT LAST MONTH WHICH IS HELPING PAY FOR MY CORRECTED EYESIGHT TODAY.
  • The unstable patron NOBODY likes came in at 20 minutes to close.  Last time she was there while I was on the Ref Desk, she was sweet as pie to me as I helped her apply for jobs on the computer.  This time?  Super Moon Super Nut.  She crabbed at the Circ staffer who mentioned she was lucky she got there in time to get a computer and should be prepared when we shut them down at five till.  (We don't check them out if it's 15 minutes or less before closing.)  Then she's got the volume up on some YouTube videos, and when I ask if she can put in earbuds or turn it down, she snaps at me, "I don't have earbuds!  I'm unemployed!  I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with my car!"  WTF.  I WALKED AWAY AND JUST COUNTED THE MINUTES UNTIL WE COULD SHOW HER THE DOOR.
  • That same guy who keeps reserving one of the study rooms and doesn't pack up until the second we're closed.  DUDE, WE HAVE LIVES.  YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO HOME BUT YOU CAN'T STAY HERE.  Coincidentally, that was the guy who spoiled Season Three of Homeland for the Circ Staffers who already had told him they hadn't seen it yet.  What???  Why???

Saturday evening: My 80-something neighbor lady invited me to her cat's 10th birthday party.  Yes, her cat.  He's the Ragdoll who meows at me when he's looking out her screen door and sees me come up the parking lot steps.  So after I fed The Cat and got changed from my work clothes, Neighbor lady gave me snacks and Yellowtail sparkling wine to celebrate.

And I got her cat stoned on catnip. Sooo mellow.

Sunday morning: Had to go get my TB test checked after Mass.  Arrived about 15 minutes ahead of the 48-hour window, so I got to sit in an empty waiting room and enjoy a free cup of coffee while I perused Facebook on my phone.  No TB and a K-cup?  Score.  After that, I did a quick grocery trip and the cashier was so sweet!   She informed me about kombucha (still not sure I want to drink it) and told me that when she was a kid, her favorite teachers were librarians.  Yay!

And, to top it all off, tonight I have my second phone call with one of the apparently few normal, nice guys on Catholic Match.  Kinda hoping he asks me out soon.  Will keep you posted.

Anyone else having weird Super Moon stuff going on???


ccr in MA said…
Well, I'm glad you don't have TB! I don't think my own super-moon weekend was all that strange, though perhaps after getting through last week I'm just too tired to notice. Anyway, best of luck with the guy!
Kate P said…
I'm glad I'm TB-free, too, CCR! Thanks and I hope the weekend helped you recover a bit.

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