The library sign-in sheet at Le Cordon Bleu has never been enforced. Previous library volunteers did not identify the library sign-in sheet as a life or death part of their job description. During my friend’s stint working as a library volunteer and tutor, he was a laid back library guy, never once demanding the library sign-in sheet be signed.
There are a couple of new students who’ve volunteered to be in charge of the library. One duty they will stop at nothing to fulfill is the signing of none other than the sign-in sheet. For some reason, most students do not fancy signing the dreaded sign-in sheet, which really hurts one of the volunteer’s feelings. Her level of sign-in sheet anger is worthy of a fast walk in the opposite direction.
The other volunteer does not appear to be quite as upset about repeatedly repeating herself each day. “Please sign in. Please sign in. Please sign in. Please sign in. Please sign in. Please sign in. Please sign in.” Her attitude seems positive as she painstakingly proves her commitment to making sure each student entering the library writes their name, date, current class, teacher, and reason for entering the library to begin with.
The angry library volunteer was on sign-in sheet patrol Thursday. She immediately looked over growling, “Sign-in.” While insisting I perform an immediate sign-in, little did the angry library volunteer know I have a public pen and pencil disorder.
Seeing a public pen or pencil forces my brain to start thinking about how many hands have touched the public pen or pencil. Public writing tools hurt my feelings every time. When a pen is taped to string that’s attached to a binder or clipboard, um, no thanks and have a nice day.
While placing my book bag on a chair, in order to grab a non-public pencil, the angry library volunteer ferociously roared, “YOU need to SIGN-IN!” Since responding to growlers is super unpleasant, I decided to ignore the angry library volunteer and continue the harrowing pursuit of finding my pencil.
Experience as a candy striper volunteer in 6th grade has given me the courage to apply for a library volunteer position at Le Cordon Bleu. Without scaring students, I will convince everyone entering that signing the sign-in sheet is the right thing to do.