27 February 2009

The Clicking of Multiple Keyboards

I'm at work, so there is no music from which I can glean a post title. Tears. I miss the days of listening to my iPod in the workroom. More tears.

Last night I found the buckeyes Janet gave me for good luck. I had completely forgotten about them. It kinda put me in a weepy mood for the evening. I'm such a sap.

Yay, we close in an hour and a half. Imma gonna take me a break here soon. Maybe I'll snag a cookie in the staff room.

Man, patrons seem talkative today. At least that one dude didn't hit on me today. I don't like being called 'sweetheart' by people I don't want to be friendly with. It's a very subjective rule, true, but whatevs.

26 February 2009

If I Am

If I had any sense I would take out my contacts and put my glasses on. I would also eat dinner. I don't know why I'm not hungry yet. True, I ate some candy when I got home from work, but even that was some time ago. Hmmm. Maybe I'll just have a bowl of Cream of Wheat. How exciting!

This is a lonely place. I met some librarians from other facilities within our system this morning. We discussed adult programming. I'm still intimidated by the prospect but less so than I was before this morning's meeting. I have some contact info now, so that I can pick the brains of a few of these folks. Truthfully, more than advice on programming, I'd like to strike up a friendship with these people. I need more peers. We'll see what happens.

I'm thinking of starting a journal all about my work and experiences here at my new job. It could serve some purpose in the future. Or maybe not. It would keep my fingers and brain busy at the very least, and really, what more could I ask for?

OK, I really need to deal with this dry contacts situation. Thus ends today's blog.

23 February 2009

She's Electric

34 minutes left and I get to go home.

I had vaguely considered going to a movie tonight since a nearby theatre does $5 Mondays but I'm pretty damn poor until the 6th so I should probably pass and take advantage of the lower price on the 9th when the Jenster will be over for a visit. She's coming because my birthday is on the 8th. 27 years old, I will be. Wow. Who knew I was that close to 30 already? It really snuck up on me, that one. (Firefox tells me that 'snuck' is not a word. I disagree.)

Whoops, time to yell, I mean, tell the patrons that their computer time is up.

Well, that's done. I still have about ten minutes before I can start turning off the copiers

Make that five. Woot.

I'm sure there's something else I ought to do, but damned if I know what it is. Geez.

We have three and since there's pretty much no one here, I thought I'd go ahead, but as soon as I turned off one, someone came in to make a copy at the last minute. Figures.

Okay. NOW I can turn off the copiers.

Okay. Time to get out of here.


16 February 2009


This is Day 4 in the new apartment. I'm getting more and more used to it. There's so much work to do, much of which I haven't even begun. As my mom reminded me yesterday, it doesn't have to be perfect at the end of the week. There's no rush. I think there was a part of me that really felt I needed to get everything cleaned and put where it belongs by the time I trek home to the Vegas on Friday. Now, I keep reminding myself of what Mom said so that I can justify spending an inordinate amount of time organising my CDs (don't ask) and an semi-ordinate (is that a word?) amount of time watching The X-Files.

Speaking of which, demonbaby recently posted a picture of his Flukeman shirt on Twitpic and it reminded me of how I hate that episode. Through 9 good, mediocre, scary, funny, conspiracy-laden seasons of this show and only one episode really and truly bothers me. It gives me the willies. I've started it three times, but only finished it once. This makes me wonder whether I'll be able to/want to finish it once I get around to it in the near future. I know it's from the first or second season, so it won't be too long: I just finished the first disc of the first season today.

I'm sitting on my bed using stolen internet with a rather low reception. I get better reception in the living room, but that's not where I'm sitting right now. It's all the way down the hall. Hahaha. I should probably go out of the house at least once today. We've reached a startling high of 37 degrees today, thought it's only 34 right now. Meh. I still have a Starbucks gift card I could use, but I don't really see the point. If I cleaned the coffee maker, I could make my own (which would taste nothing like Starbuck's as it's not espresso, but that's beside the point).

I was listening to John Cleese's podcast earlier. Funny stuff. I have nothing else to ramble on about, really, I just keep typing because I like the sound of the keys clicking.

06 February 2009

The Shoop Shoop Song

I am so completely overwhelmed by everything right now. People keep asking me if I'm excited or eager about this new job. No, I'm not. I don't think I'm going to like it. I'm sure I can do it, yeah, but it doesn't seem like a job or place I'll enjoy. I took the job because I need it, not because I want it. So, no, I'm not excited. I'm weary. I'm resigned. I'm only excited about the apartment, but at this point, being in the middle of moving and having so much work to do, I'm not so keen on it anymore either. I'm done. Can I go back and say no? I just want to sleep for forty years. Can I be Rip Van Winkle? Can I get conked on the head or something and wake up in an alternate universe? Maybe Discworld? I'd die in a half a second on the streets of Ankh-Morpork, it's true, but even that seems a welcome alternative to my current reality.

04 February 2009

Diamond Dogs

I feel like the rock monster in The Neverending Story who kept looking down at his hands and saying, "They used to be such big, strong hands," only I'm saying, "They used to be such nice, soft hands." I need industrial strength lotion.

If you haven't heard "Bale Out," find it on Youtube. It's a necessity of life.

My cup of coffee is empty which is damn near a crime at this godawful time of the morning.

The only huge things I'll need to move out after today is my desk, bed, and chair. Fun times. Oy!