Does Crissy look like a therapist to you Queefs?
Crissy doesn’t think so either but apparently she does because on Sunday at the Reference desk it was nothing but TMI and whining about personal stuff to Crissy.
Crissy knows that hairdressers and bartenders and psychologists get an earful of people’s personal shit every day and it’s actually part of the job but at the library?
There really isn’t even supposed to be any talking at the library which is a big reason why Crissy likes it there.
Maybe it’s because Crissy is pregnant and so she looks maternal which must mean she gives a rat’s ass about people’s problems but they have another thing coming because Crissy is a bitch.
But she clearly doesn’t look like one.
First it was this lady who was all “my son just got his girlfriend pregnant and they’re only 16 and they have no p lace to live and no car and I just wanted to know if there was some sort of federal grant I can apply for so that they can get a car (pause for breath) because they’re going to need one especially if he’s got to take her to the methodone center all the time now because you can’t shoot heroin when you’re pregnant and I just knew this would happen (breath) because his father’s been out of work for nine years now and he’s always running away from home and getting mixed up with prostitutes and drug addicts all the time but he’s a good boy (breath) and he promises he doesn’t do drugs and I also want to know if there’s a test I can give him like from the drug store or something to see if he’s been doing any because it’s not that I don’t trust him but I want to know. You know? (big, giant sigh.)”
Somebody shoot Crissy.
And then this other guy came to her to apologize for using his cell phone but he had to because his wife’s step-mother just had to be rushed to the hospital because her husband just died and she’s a paraplegic and has been for some 12 years now and she can’t take care of herself and she lives in New Jersey and now she’s got blood in her urine.
Crissy just looked at him and didn’t say anything because that would have only encouraged him.
Crissy’s counterpart, Patty, who is a lovely Irish lady and a wonderful librarian, had this gross lady who was wearing a theme sweater and way, way too much lipstick come up to the desk to ask for help finding the manufacturer of her BRA.
And when Patty asked who makes the BRA the lady said she didn’t know and proceeded to come around behind the Reference desk and take her shirt off so Patty could read the label off her old dirty gray that used to be white BRA!!!
Patty handled it wonderfully of course but when the woman left she calmly got up, went into the office, poured herself some water from her thermos and in the most beautiful Irish accent said “what in the name of fuck and Jesus is wrong with people?”
WOTW: personality vomit
the act of overly elucidating details about one’s personal matters to others who neither know nor care to know those details, particularly if an insufficient level of intimacy and familiarity exists.
i really felt sorry for jennifer while she was working at the reference desk last weekend… she was covered in personality vomit after some grody looking perv came in and told her all about his first sexual experiences with his chickens.