Who ya gonna call?

Say it Rah-shay By Nov 12, 2008 3 Comments

Sundays and Tuesdays are my night for hanging tough. These are the nights that I suck it up, put on my big girl pants and pretend to be the Bravest Individual I have ever met*. On these two nights I work at a small college library and, in between giving students paper for the copier, checking out Tattoo or Ink’d and looking for the odd book request** I try not to spook myself

I always spook myself.

I hate being scared.***

I AM a scairdy cat. I shy away from ghosts (even Casper), scary movies and old Stephen King novels (the new ones are merely cringe inducing, IMHO).

I can wrap my mind around the possibility of a serial killer or average bad guy. While mentally we are not the same – and by no means do I want to take one on -, the SK or ABG is of this world and can be put down with say a shotgun or a bonk on the head. When I was hired, I was asked if I were comfortable working alone. The isolation does not bother me. The alone does not really bother me. It’s the quiet, the creaks and soft whispers of the door. The screech from down the hall and the shadows that dance along the walls. It is the otherworldly, the ghosts, goblins and the like that makes this grown woman quiver.


As I type, there are about 9 people milling about the library doing various researchy (if you count blogging and MySpace) things. In about an hour the joint clears out and I am left alone to woman the desk.

This is when the fun part begins. Some of my duties include making sure everything is OK. As I tour the library, pushing in chairs, turning out lights, shelving a book or two, random thoughts pop in my head.

What’s that sound?

Wasn’t that light off?

Who turned that PC back on?

The shadows all seem to follow me. That light was off before right?

I try not to jump at every sound and play it cool but inevitably, someone sneaks up behind me making me shriek like a beeyotch.

My sister and brother in law always have some comments which sometimes has an invite to their various houses of worship.

Perhaps but this is not the post for THAT!

Anywho I tell myself that I need to face the demons, stop that negative talk!
Of course Ray Parker Jr starts to fill my head and I find myself thinking back to Ghostbusters and that ghost lady telling Venkman to “Shhh!”

I found this online to make me giggle.
I’ll keep this in mind next time I begin to spook myself.

Dr. Peter Venkman: Alice, I’m going to ask you a couple of standard questions, okay? Have you or any of your family been diagnosed schizophrenic? Mentally incompetent?
Librarian Alice: My uncle thought he was Saint Jerome.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I’d call that a big yes. Uh, are you habitually using drugs? Stimulants? Alcohol?
Librarian Alice: No.
Dr. Peter Venkman: No, no. Just asking. Are you, Alice, menstruating right now?
Library Administrator: What’s has that got to do with it?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Back off, man. I’m a scientist.

*Song from Sweet Charity
**The Library of Congress classification system is how books are shelved and even a dazzling young urbanite like me gets lost.

***I am not referring to the thrill of a roller coaster ride or similar thrill experience. I enjoy THAT feeling of losing control.


I am mom, daughter, sister, yarn lover, word lover, crazy cat lady and library chick. Find me with book or with hook and a hot cuppa.


  1. bookwoman says:

    Remind me to tell you about Liza…our ghost at school. And yes, she’s very real.

  2. ~Rachée says:

    I DO Not need to know about Liza. Do you not want me to be able to sleep again?

  3. bookwoman says:

    Remind me to tell you about Liza…our ghost at school. And yes, she’s very real.

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