Yesterday was an adventure of sorts. I was left by myself at the desk yesterday, which happens at the circulation desk a lot (not necessarily to just me) when something I've never experienced occurred. I was helping patrons when one of the metal detectors by the doors went off. I look up and a guy had tried to sneak out something in his satchel by sticking it on the outside party of the detector. I asked if he had any books. As he was walking away he said he did and that he would bring them back. He only paused for a second, so I didn't get a very good look at him.
It was a very disconcerting moment for me. I was alone at the desk, so I couldn't exactly chase after the guy. I had no idea if he had taken a general collection book, or a textbook. The more I tried to remember what the person looked like, the less I could remember. Now I just have a basic outline of what he looks like. More and more I begin to understand how people feel when stuff gets stolen. I've only had a sweater, which was mine, and a book, which was not, taken and I feel more untrusting of people in general. Now I'm afraid to leave a person alone at the desk in case something like that happens again, which means I sometimes don't get to leave the desk very often.
Just another day of learning I guess. I don't like feeling helpless.
2 comments:
Man, what it must feel like to have to use the restroom and not be able to leave your post. Hey, thanks for the comment on my site. It did make me feel better. I guess I need to be better at commenting on others' blogs as well. A work in progress, I guess.
That is a good idea, but I don't facebook anymore. The only facebooking I do is looking at my husband's account.
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