Dear Lord, that had to be the most annoying shift at the library I have EVER had to experience.
Okay, backstory time:
I'm not what you'd call a "people person". I'm not very sociable, I prefer to hang out with a small group of close friends and I don't make new friends easily. I can talk to people, but I'm always at a loss for what to talk about but I feel the need to have a long conversation because otherwise it feels awkward. Starting and ending conversations is a difficult thing for me to get my head round. Also, due to my rather twisted and cynical sense of humour, I find it hard to converse about a lot of topics. Despite me being a girl, I find it neigh impossible to talk about make-up and boys and whatever, because I find them all together rather stupid topics to be filling ones time with. Thus, my small group of friends who have similar interests to me. No, they aren't all in the same mindset about people as I am, but I get along with them.
Despite to my lack of "people person"-lyness, I don't like strangers to think of me as impolite or hateful. Sure, I can throw the odd angry insult at people I know, but strangers I can't deal with like that. I feel that if I anger them it will one day come back and bite me in the arse.
So I prefer to act kindly around others, and especially children. Now, this is slightly problematic. Young children like to have their own way, and being the person that I am I find it difficult to say no or at least discourage them. Thus, my supreme hatred of those much younger than me, and my mild dislike for those who I am 2-3 years senior to, and my extreme discomfort around those my age.
Now you know my mental state, I'll let you know what transpired today.
*flashback noises*
I was sitting in my little booth having just arrived for my two hour shift. During this summer, I'm working on the reading challenge booth, aimed at people 5-11. I can normally deal with myself feeling uncomfortable though, since I only have to talk for a few minutes and what I have to say is pretty much routine.
But today it was different. Today was apparently "let-two-young-girls-wander-aimlessly-around-and-then-let-them-attach-themselves-to-the-person-who-is-most-uncomfortable-around-them-while-you-enjoy-not-caring-what-the-shit-they-do" day.
The first one to come over was bad enough. She looked about three, and she spoke in a slightly slurred way that made it neigh impossible to understand what she was saying. I caught the words "card" "pencil" and "draw" as single word sentences, so I had no clue what she was going on about. She was still there when girl no.2 came over. She was four, her name was Daniella.
She began talking to the girl already there like she was her sister, so I assumed she was. They were both too young to start the reading challenge, so I continued to doodle in my book whilst they conversed. Then, the woman who I assumed was the mother of both these children came over. She was mildly distracted by my drawing ("Did you just draw that?" "Urm, yes" "No! Really? It's good" "T-thank you" Another thing I'm easily flustered over, flattery. However much I want people to see my drawings, I hate them commenting that they're good. I'm such a contradicary little fart). Then she began talking to Daniella, who then walked away with her. Girl no.1 was still there though. She was there for another 10 minutes before her actual mum, an Indian woman, came and took her away.
On the outside, I smiled and said "Byyeee" like the flustered hermit that I am.
On the inside, I punched the air with joy and did my little triumph dance.
Then. It happened.
Episode 2: Return of the Daniella
My instant thoughts were "Bugger" and my instant words probably would have been the same if the girl hadn't been, not only young but another freaking person.
She hung around my booth.
And sat in my chair (HOW?!?! *does not comprehend*)
And fiddled with pencils.
AND SCRIBBLED IN MY BOOK!
And asked stupid questions, mostly consisting of "Why?"
FOR AN HOUR!
I can't deal with normal, pleasant people for more than 5 minutes if I don't know them, but...but...gah!
At least I had some comfort in knowing this was a regular occurrence for the workers here, and that I was actually quite lucky not to have come across her before. Apparently I dealt rather well with her, which I quietly agreed with, since I could have happily grabbed her ear and frog-marched her over to her mother.
Seriously. Gosh.
Also, on another annoying note, they've dubbed the first season of Hetalia in English and they're releasing it on DVD.
I saw the world conference clip on YouTube, and I am going to STRANGLE whoever cast this thing! If you are a fan, and have not yet seen this monstrosity, search "funimation hetalia" on YouTube and click on the World Conference one. Most of them are region blocked, but there are enough that aren't that make you want to strangle something.
I did find a non-region-blocked version of the one where France interrupts England strangling America, only to insult their uniforms. That one was the only one that made me feel slightly happy, just because of context.
I'm sorry, but the words "when you two are quite finished relieving sexual tension we 'ave a meeting to get on with" in a french accent made me giggle, until I realised he was talking about England and America and that neither of them even commented on the "sexual tension" part and my blood started boiling. You know, France is the only one with a fitting voice in my opinion.
England sounds like a poof, and I'd bet good money on the fact that his voice actor is American and putting on an accent, like most of the others so obviously are.
Okay, rant time over, enjoy your day!
-A rather dishevelled Hannah
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