I miss the old security guard. I only saw him occasionally, as he made rounds through the library moving from place to place like a camoflaged shark. He’d nod as he passed the reference desk and then went on his way, I assume to patrol the more obscure parts of the building where you’d expect to find a security guard being secure. The new security guard wears WAY too much cologne and seems to enjoy lurking near the reference desk. I’m not too crazy about this because I’m highly allergic to perfume, don’t think looming security guards near the desk really project the welcoming image one would want to have at a public service desk, and after seeing Ong Bak for the second time (Tony Jaa’s elbows are a wonderful thing), I am convinced I have attained knowledge of muay thai through osmosis and would be able to defend myself by doing spinning kicks to an unruly patron’s head should the occasion arise. And we don’t really have unruly patrons anyway. We’ll see if he continues to lurk near the desk, I didn’t say anything this time because I hate being confrontational and was mystified by the lurking, but maybe next time I will point out the necessity of patrolling near the compact shelving….