Over dinner last night, I explained to Phil why the last hour at work on Saturdays feels so hectic: that's when (at our location) the extra staff person has gone home, and that's when three or more of these things happen:

• a fellow or two with greasy hands come in needing a Chilton's to finish that repair job
• a parent comes in dragging a kid by the ear: kid needs 3 book sources about an obscure animal for a report
• a returning-to-school student tries to begin college-level research not at a college library, but here
• the copier breaks
• a couple comes in with shrieking kids to check out DVDs
• 56 people materialize out of thin air, needing our approximately 30 public computers. Having successfully logged on, two stomp back demanding to know why they have only 44 minutes on the timer, not their full two hours! ("Because it's counting down til closing time.")

But, surprise! A not-yet-grease man has already been in looking for a Chilton's! Does that mean the day will end easier for my colleagues? (I opened; I get to leave first, today.)

Full Ref Grunt-ing:

• Chilton's for 1991 Toyota Truck
• forms for a personal budget (MS Word as a pretty good one as a template)
• Yeah, when I say "type in your whole library card number," I mean all of the digits; you can't leave off the last four.
• Printing
• Architecture and decorating books for a man who says he's teaching a class and ran out of questions for the quiz with the books he has at home. We agree that Richmond's Main has the deeper collection of art and architecture books, but he finds things he can use.
• Clancy
• At about 11:10 a woman arrives looking for a meeting that's scheduled for Tuckahoe. Scheduled from 9 - noon. She leaves us to drive over.
• Add a woman to long waiting lists for literary fiction
• Color printing
• Find basketball and wrestling books for a boy of 11 or 12.
• Self-check machine
• Mouse and keyboard are sticky; I clean them for her.