This is a review for the NEW library, the one on Sunset, across from Safeway and next to Shell. [2801 NE 10th St, Renton, WA 98056]. WOW! I've been the old one, and yikes, that one was dark and cramped. This new one is bigger, with a conference room and a cute kids center. You know what it doesn't have? Nice librarians. Our school club hosted an event here, for about thirty people. We were expecting a lot more, and our venue cancelled on us last minute, so we reserved the library from 12 to 5 instead. We set up the conference room, and they could only get us about 20 chairs, but we resolved to just have people sit on the floor, no big deal. In the middle of the conference, I went to the bathroom. Just before I went into the bathroom, a girl stopped me and said there was "a giant turd on the floor". I was confused, but I went in, and I was scanning the floor to make sure I wasn't going to slip on it. I see it, and it's kind of infront of the third stall. Just as I'm about to go into the first stall, a librarian comes in and goes, "What are you doing? This isn't a zoo." I asked, "Excuse me?" She said, "You don't need to take pictures. We have a janitor. We'll get it cleaned up. You don't need to gawk at it and tell your friends." I was taken aback, like I just needed to pee, and this lady just starts lecturing me. I brush it off, and say, "I'm just trying to use the restroom." I go into the stall, do my thing, and I walk out. She's still there. She's literally watching me. I wash my hands, give her a weird look, and walk out. She followed me out. Whatever. I'm just trying to enjoy this event, if the lady wants to listen to me pee to make sure I don't "document" a turd on the ground, fine by me. Around the end of the convention, about 4:40, we start wrapping up. A different librarian comes in, and starts asking when we're leaving. Our president explained that we reserved it until 5, so we'll leave in ten or fifteen minutes. The lady looks around, and leaves. Whatever. 4:45, about ten kids left, and the remaining twenty started stacking up the chairs. A DIFFERENT lady comes in, and she asks, "You aren't going to leave those tables like that, are you?" I tell her, "We're putting away chairs. We'll put away tables. This room will be clean and set up as we found it. Do not worry." I'm a little irritated at this point. Around 4:55, we have everything put away, and there's a few scraps of paper on the ground. My friends are grabbing their bags and heading out, and as I'm picking stuff up with another girl, I look up, and the librarian is literally watching us. She's just standing there and watching. I start going towards the sink to grab the pencils that we borrowed, and she goes, "Those are the library's pencils!!" I'm getting annoyed, and I gave her some attitude: "I know that. That's why I'm getting them. To hand them to you. Because I don't want to steal 3 inch long pencils." Whatever. Event is over, I'm leaving, bye. As we're all walking out, we notice that there's still like fifteen kids and three or four adults in the library. Our group had mainly left, and there were only maybe seven of us leaving, and there were still other people in the library. The girl walking in front of me adjusted her bag, and as she did so, something fluttered out. I have on a leg brace, so I'm about to awkwardly bend to get it, but my friend says "I got it" and goes to pick it up so I don't have to. As she's in the act of physically bending and picking up this paper, the librarian from the bathroom goes, "You have to pick up your trash." My friend also noticed the rude behavior of the people working there, and she snaps back, "What do you think I'm doing?" The librarian looked very affronted, almost as if people get annoyed and retort when others demean them and berate them for five hours. Whatever. Our remaining group of seven gets outside, and some of the kids who left are still there, waiting for rides. About fifteen of us are waiting outside, and the group of librarians walk out from the other exit, and the "head" librarian walks towards the front doors, and now she's being all nice and smiley, and as she's locking the doors, she goes, "now make sure no one does anything bad!" And I just had to. I say, "What, like your attitudes?" And she gets confused, and she goes, "Sorry?" And I let it out. I told her that I noticed how all of them were acting towards us, and just because we were a group of high schoolers hosting an event for a national club doesn't mean that they get to treat like incompetent Neandertals. She apologized, but it was very short and surface level. I was very disappointed that they were constantly watching us, scrutinizing everything we did, and almost patronizing us. I understand that because some people leave messes, and that some people aren't considerate, librarians do a lot. I get that it's a frustrating job. But what's also frustrating is being treated with contempt even though we were being respectful. read more