A* has already topped up the float hopper on the self-service machine and sorted the takings into appropriate piles when I get in today, and is in the process of listing it. This is good, because I can then do a count to make sure we come up with the same amount!
We enter the details in the appropriate columns on the spreadsheet and I remind him that there’s another sheet where we put the details of the sales, such as garden waste sacks, printing and photocopying. He doesn’t remember it from last week but I eventually find it and we enter the information in what we hope are the right places. I bag all the money up and complete the banking slip while A* starts opening up — as usual we do the banking in a rush and are not sure if we’ve done it correctly, but don’t have time to go into it in depth. We are only £1.70 down, and feel that’s pretty good (or at least, the best we have done since we started with the new system!).
There’s no baby bounce today as it’s the school holidays, and we are busy discharging the books that have come in on the van and signing up children to the BFR (A* says he’s tempted to list ‘Hogwarts’ as a school, which I find very amusing), so we haven’t done any shelving by the time our lunch time cover comes in.
As usual I have the early lunch and A* a later one as he goes straight on to his other job, and while I’m there the man who does health & safety comes in to look at an overflow hot tap that has been reported as leaking. He thinks it’s fine, but that the tap is a bit squeaky, and before you know it a plumber has arrived to replace a part in the tap. This involves draining the reservoir of water, and it is spraying from the pipe where the tap has been removed. I don’t pay it much attention and then go back to work, and A* makes us both a cup of tea later so I don’t find out if there’s any difference to the tap now.
I notice that in the back room there are several boxes of Direct Delivery new books to be processed, so I find the instructions and start on the first couple of boxes (contents listed together). A* neatly folds the paper in which the books have been encased while I get on with processing them — he deals with most of the customer queries this afternoon. Once I’ve checked all the books are there and discharge them, I take down the old displays and replace them with the new books, and then make some new signs for them. One of the books is about the British constitution, which A* says must already be out of date! There’s also a maths book and a book on making soups (in summer?) but the rest appear to be fiction, and I don’t see anything that grabs my attention immediately. There are 24 new books, so there’s not enough room to display them all, so I make little bookmarks as I’ve seen done elsewhere which say ‘I’m new’ and pop the remainder of the books on the shelves. I’m quite pleased with my efforts although I’m sure the displays could be better.
A woman comes in just before we close with a big pile of books and discharges them using the self-service machine. She says the machine doesn’t give her enough time to sort out which books need to go in the bin (for return to other libraries, or reservations, or to check that dvds and cds are in their boxes) or the shelving trolley to be returned to the shelves, and A* assures her that she can put them all on the shelving trolley and we’ll check them. I realise this is the thing to do to ensure other libraries’ books don’t end up on our shelves (I had been wondering how to get round this problem).
We have shelved everything by the time we lock up at 5.