i made a ten dollar tip bathing a Rottweiler named Casey :)

i absolutely love my job


When i'm not working my ass off rising lathering and repeating on doggies of all shapes and sizes, falling asleep in class or cuddling up with my cats I am at the library on Stelton Road. Its absolluetly deserted during the day which is quite nic e (unlike the Middlesex library which is a madhouse). Theres only one issue.

This is going to sound horrible but i need to get it off my chest:

I think I mentioned the other day that I accidently brushed up against a cute orthodox jew boy and felt bad about it. So anyway, on friday i'm standing in an aisle looking for a book; Sophies World. theres a guy a few feet away from me. He's my age but he's got a beard and hes wearing black loafers, blackpants a white shirt, a kippah and he has tassels showing. I bet he knows where to get the best matzoh ball soup in highland park. I on the otherhand am wearing cords with black penny loafers, my brothers old boy scout shirt and my hair down and wavy on my shoulders. I pack a soy juice box in my purse and listen to a lot of janis joplin

I see the book, hes in front of it but its at crotch level so I don't want to reach and accidently molest him or anything. He bends down and we're looking at the same shelf. I say "excuse me, can you please pass me Sophies World, its right over there." in my quiet library voice. i answer no glance no nothing. Couldn't he just pass it to me and not say anything. He could have put it on the floor by my foot and it would have been like we'd never interacted.

But no. He ignored me instead. I was so frustrated that I forgot to even get my book and instead sat by the microflim reader and sulked.