Another night at Main

Tonight I was the lone clerical working, as usually happens after 5pm. A man came up to me as I was sorting the microfilm and asked if I'd go into the women's bathroom and see if his girlfriend was in there, and politely tell her to hurry up. Because I recently decided to try harder at customer service, I did it. Imagine this, though: you're on the toilet, doing your business in a public restroom, when some complete stranger starts (quietly) calling your name. And you have to respond. As soon as I did it I realized how humiliating it was to both of us. That's what I get for trying to be good at my job. From here on out, it's all half-assed. Anyway, she said she'd be out in a minute, and I slunk away, hoping she wouldn't come to the desk later and recognize my voice.

Of course, that's not the end of the story. About a half hour later security and the paramedics were running past the desk, responding to a call from the librarian -- the woman who I had been sent to find had OD'd in there. Her boyfriend, who I had assumed was just an impatient ass, was actually just waiting for a fix. When he saw the ambulance lights, he split.

They took her to the hospital, and that's the last we'll know of it.