Cascade is an eensy-wee community, I know I've mentioned that before. I usually take at least three-quarters of the books I buy and read over to the library and donate them. Sooner or later, there will be a Casey Wing, because I can find at least three books that were formerly in my posession on every shelf. So I consider myself a friend of the library. Well, the library is trying to take our relationship up a few notches.
I was picking up our mail at the post office a few weeks back and the librarian cornered me at the door. They're in the middle of campaigning for an assessed property tax increase to get more funds for the library, which is hunky dory by me. However, when the librarian asked me for a favor and I agreed, I didn't realize that I would be sitting at a desk last night--TELEMARKETING for them! Oh God, I haven't felt this bad since I was a Jehovah's Witless. I mean, how obnoxious do you think it is to get a call at home when you're trying to relax and the damn fool on the other hand makes you feel so guilty that you spend 10 minutes of your precious time talking to them? I spent about an hour and a half dialing up the unsuspecting public and harassing them. I cannot tell you how bad it made me feel.
I'm sure I've lost about a year's worth of hard karma improvement. Hey, can I give you a kidney to make up for it?