Yes I was the proud public librarian, in a public library. I had been in this job 5 years and basically all my co-workers at the small branch I worked at were women on anti-depressants who hated men.
One notable Hispanic woman really harassed me for a good while, to which the lady boss through her haze of anti-depressants told me it was "my problem" but the problem lady eventually left. But then 2 weeks before 9-11 the main branch closed due to mold problems (an issue for 10 years prior) and all their employees came to my branch, making it so there were 4 people to do every job, which in my case was mainly shelving books. I would sleep in the break room because there was no work for me to do.
Eventually the drugged lady boss(I have nothing against drugs per se, but I do think legal drugs should be illegal and illegal ones legal) got me in her little enclosed area and told me I could not sleep in the break room anymore and I should look busy !(what a concept !!!) I told her she should thank me for sleeping in the break room as that left something for others to do, she did not have a favorable reaction to that.
It was my 42nd birthday in a few days and so I wrote a 5-6 page resignation asking for time off without pay, as there was no work and gave it to my bosses to read, they were LIBRARIANS after all, one would think they could read. They refused to read or in any way acknowledge my grievance and so I walked out on my birthday, birthday cake in the break room awaiting the birthday boy (is there anything worse than a birthday cake on the job ???). Since then employment has been sporadic and spotty. I spent 7 months taking care of my ill father, until he kicked me out when he noticed I wasn't working. Screw 'em all....
I'd rather play trumpet anyway, although that is problematic too and playing trumpet while being a street person presents problems I have yet to grapple with. Isn't life in amerika just a barrel of fun and loving understanding !
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