San Francisco Public Library...dim-witted rude staff annoy! Turf 'em out!

 



Though San Francisco has a stunning main library - stocked with a raft of precious beautifully-bound books (and comfy environs to relax in) - the experience is often spoiled by overbearing library staff drunk-with-power anxious to exert their limited authority over the patrons.

For example, although tourists and locals alike are invited to avail themselves of computers (at taxpayer's expense) to check e-mail and surf the Internet for a myriad of legitimate reasons (travel info, research materials, etc.), snotty clerks will invariably trot up and rudely make a point of reading the riot act in respect to the rules and regulations (without provocation).

"If someone is waiting, you  have to step aside," one little fart - with stupid written on his forehead - barked at startled guests this afternoon on the fourth floor of the downtown facility.

Duh!

The folks were abiding by the rules and the intrusion was unnecessary!

It's bad enough that library management has deemed it necessary to number the chairs in the waiting area in bold ubiquitous lettering (in case anyone gets confused, folks!) and thought it of dire importance to post a set of juvenile instructions on the wall so that patrons may be able to fathom (!) how to sit in regimented sequence while waiting their turn.

OMG!

Just because these losers in the employ of the Library were obviously toilet-trained too early - and are too dumb to figure things out - doesn't mean to say it is so with intelligent, well-educated individuals, who frequent the facility.

Notwithstanding, it's obvious to any fool who saunters into the "Main" - as Herb Caan referred to it in his daily column in the morning paper for years - that this institute of learning (!) is overstaffed with a gang of lazy lay-abouts bent on picking their noses and scratching their fat asses all-day.

No matter, that the City's budget is straining in these tough economic times, and in need of trimming!

I say, turf out half of these idiots, and make the others toil (rustle up some sweat!) to earn their pay cheques.

Amen!

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Staff too lazy & stuck up to assist patrons!

Librarians...not all sweetness & light! LA TIMES article lacked ethics in journalism!

Nasty Librarians preside over computer lab at Riordan showpiece!

I chortled out loud when I read the article in today's LA Times which blamed the "homeless" for disrupting the otherwise serene environs of a handful of the local libraries in LA LA LAND.

Granted, a few of the hapless individuals referred to have distinctive offensive body odors - and the desperate are inclined to haul their worldly possessions into the hallowed halls of the world of catalogued literature - for want of a place to stow 'em.

For the most part, though, the outcry is unfounded - an unjust promulgation by a posse of snotty library personnel who are too ignorant to fathom (make intelligent sense of) the root of the problem.

In the films of yesteryear (one old classic - "The Music Man" - springs to mind) librarians were oft singled out - as a handful of classy women - who epitomized all that was sweetness and light!

The old hags who preside over the City-run premises - in this era - leave a lot to be desired in the personality department (for starters).

In fact, a couple of the Latino staff - short, fat, crawling with nasty eruptions on the skin (who haughtily preside over the computer lab in the downtown Library with an old evil-eye in all directions) - give credence to critics' arguments that the so-called "caretakers" should never be granted too much power in respect to the decision-making process (especially when it comes to determining who is entitled to avail themselves of the services therein).

Indeed!

To become a full-fledged librarian an individual is required to painstakingly toil over books and earn a degree or two.

And, if the system had its druthers - also be required to display a modicum of personality, wit, knowledge of literature, semblance of intelligence (even a tad bit of charm) - you name it!

However, the losers at the libraries in town - who boast a GED or a course or two at the local community college (egads, what a joke!) - fall short in that regard quite honestly.

Hands down, Mr. Mayor!

In fact, it shocks the sensibilities.

Most of the losers I am referring to are under the mistaken impression that because they hold down a job on the counter (or at a lowly desk next to the loo) that they have the right to be called a bona fide custodian of books!

Go figure.

From my experience (based on an occasion-or-two when I have trekked in to the Beverly Hills Library or the fancy-schmancey facility in Santa Monica to seek assistance at the desk) few, if any, appear to be overly anxious to get off their fat butts and offer up any worthwhile assistance to the patrons!

And, that is the crux of the problem, really.

As the old saying goes:

"There are too many chiefs and not enough Indians!"

Due to budget constraints, libraries are currently being forced to limit services - and, in some cases - close their doors a day or two a week to make ends meet.

Part of the reason for the "financial crunch" is obvious to anyone with half-a-brain or an ounce of reasoning power.

Let's face the ugly truth!

The library is overstaffed with low-life employees - "lay-abouts" - and "do-nothings".

The City should turf out half-of these jerk-offs and demand that the remaining few on payroll earn their salaries!

Shame on the Los Angeles Times for its lack of fairness and ethics in journalism - and the eyebrow-raising report on a set of distorted circumstances - they have concluded has reeked havoc of late at the local libraries.

For those who missed the misguided poorly-written article?

It was a one-sided account of things  - penned by a reporter - who didn't even bother to interview any of the individuals (the homeless) cited as the disruptive force that now threatens a once-sacred refuge of the past:

The Public library!

Nuff said!

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Marian the Librarian
(The Music Man)