These last two weeks my library bosses have been very very busy doing something called Inventory. Inventory means that they are taking all of the books and dvds and things off of the shelves, loading them onto carts, rolling them over to computers, beeping the things with a scanner, and then putting most of them back. (Some of the books and dvds don't get put back because they are broken or need new covers or have the wrong Dewey number on them.)
Why do Inventory? I don't know. I think they're all trying to look busy and Important when the customers come in. It also seems to be an excuse for treats like breakfast casserole and Dairy Queen treats and bean dip and fruit and chocolate.
During this time I have been seriously Unhappy. I have expressed myself by tearing up the Inventory Assignments:
I have also decided that I need a good place from which to Snoopervise everyone:
. . . but then I decided that this spot was much better:
I hope that they get this Inventory thing done sometime during one of my nine lives, because the beeping gets a bit obnoxious when I'm trying to Nap.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Purrs,
Tober
