A Less-Than-Graceful Moment: That Time The Library Failed Me

Winter

So here’s the story. A story also known as “Gracie’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Library Experience”:

After wasting a whole lot of quality Netflix hours searching online for a particular academic article, my final research paper eventually demanded that I search for the darn article at the university’s library. Now, I don’t mind the library. The library and I have had a positive relationship over the years. Friendly. Even comforting. So I had no problem driving literally over the river and through the woods snow to the library. My heart was hopeful. Optimistic. Naïve.

I should have known that my little trip to the library was destined for failure when I learned that the book I needed was tucked away on the library’s fourth floor. Initially, I thought, Four flights of stairs? Easy! I’ll have this stupid article in no time! But by the time I reached the third floor, my book-bag became heavier, my legs became weaker, and my breathing started to sound less like breathing and more like panting. Guess it’s time to dust off that horrifying Jillian Michaels workout DVD.

#YIKES

Of course, aching muscles and obnoxious panting does not combine well with an incredibly quiet library, so when I finally made it to the fourth floor and encountered a whole lot of university students silently pouring over their textbooks, I may have whispered a few expletives while trying to catch my breath. Students! Pay no attention to the semi-sweaty woman panting like bulldog and aimlessly wandering the library…

Again: #YIKES

Once I found the right aisle, I quickly discovered {after a lot of obnoxious arm waving and windmills} that the automatic lights supposedly triggered by movement weren’t working. So I was forced to search for the old book that I needed in the dark. Using my iPhone as my light source {first world survival tactics}. As I searched for the book’s call number {still panting, by the way}, the shelf I needed to view just so happened to be the very top shelf of the bookcase. The VERY. TOP. SHELF. So I did what I usually do when I need a mixing bowl from my kitchen cupboard: I grabbed a chair.

So there I was, trying to balance on a less than sturdy library chair, holding my phone light up to the spine of each tattered book, squinting to read the call numbers, sweating through my winter coat, and still {YES STILL} panting obnoxiously.

And the dang book wasn’t even there.

Sure, the database said that the book was on the shelves. The librarian said the book was on the shelves. But folks. I can tell ya with my right hand raised and my left hand placed over the Bible.

The dang book was not on the shelves.

It’d be nice if I could end this post with some positive and sentimental moral…something like “But it was allllll worth it because I got to spend an evening at the library!” But let’s be real. I left the library without the book that I needed and plagued by the mocking image of Jillian Michaels.

Altogether now: #YIKES

Just another day in the life of yours truly. Happy Monday! 😛

3 Comments

  • Reply jennifer prod November 17, 2014 at 9:10 am

    oh my goodness. all i can think is worth if for the story? or worth it for the giggles i’m getting over here? sitcom worthy 🙂

  • Reply Chelsea's Collection November 17, 2014 at 10:21 am

    Oh my goodness- and snow to top it all off! I’m complaining about the rain here in DC!!

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  • Reply Sienna November 17, 2014 at 12:05 pm

    this is so so pretty but looks so cold!
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