25 April 2009

Legions (War)

This has been the longest day of laundry in the entire history of my life, and I still haven't finished. Thank God I'm at home doing this rather than at a laundromat. True, at a laundromat I could have finished earlier having the benefit of using several machines at the same time, but think of all the money I would have spent. I think I've got seven loads here. That's definitely more than 10 dollars, which is what I almost have in quarters. Long day.

I was going to burn a CD for my daddy, but I forgot. That's okay; I need to buy silver and/or gold markers first to write on my omgsogoth black cd-r's. Alsooo, I realised that the album and ep won't both fit on a single 80-minute cd. It goes over by about 3 minutes. Tears. The artist in question is Zoe Keating, whose ep and album I downloaded earlier this week. Sooooo good. Truly. Necessity of life. If she ever comes around this way, I'm definitely going to go see her play.

The real test in all this laundry craziness is how long the folded laundry will remain in the hampers used for transportation before I hang the shirts in the closet and put the rest in the appropriate drawers. I'm willing to bet it won't be done Sunday night when I get home. Monday then? Tuesday? Likely it will wait until I can no longer just grab clothes from the top to wear on a given day. It could be all week at that rate. Never underestimate the limit of my procrastination. How else would I have ended up with so much laundry to bring home for washing?

20 April 2009

Terrible Lie

The computer heathens are really dragging me down lately. They keep testing us to see what they can get away with. Okay, so this is normal, but last week we had an incident that got way out of hand, thanks to a bitch of a patron and a coworker who said something in response that was wildly inappropriate. Soon we'll have an automated system on the computers that will allow for better appropriation of computer usage. Until then, I just have to wait for the next blow-up because it's coming. That one patron will make certain of it, I'm sure.

In other news, I have a cold. Not quite so bad as to warrant a doctor's visit but unpleasant nonetheless.

This is going to be another long week, I can feel it. At least there's a light at the end of the tunnel. I'm going home for the weekend.

13 April 2009

The Engine Driver

Okay, so I'm not really listening to The Decemberists right now, as I'm at work, but I did hear it yesterday and the song was stuck in my head all night, so that's close enough for me.

I'm frustrated beyond belief. I have a program going on right now. It's my second ever. As far as I know, the dude is sitting in an empty room, with no patrons to talk to. Once again the newspaper did not print anything in their Around Town segment on the program. I even emailed back and forth with a real person about it, and it still didn't get printed. I have another email address that I'll try next time. Tomorrow probably, as I'm too frustrated at the moment to concentrate on it right now. The dude is scheduled to be here until 4 o'clock. Hopefully at least one person shows up before then. I posted several flyers around town and a few here in the building; maybe they were enough to generate interest in a few people so that they come. I hope.

If this happens a third time, then I don't know why I even bother. I'm getting paid to schedule programs that aren't being attended. This is ridiculous. I feel useless enough at this job as it is. The next program is one where we had to pay the speaker a good deal of money to come. If that one falls through like these other two, then it's a bit bigger deal as we'd be losing money on the gig.

The dude just came up here. He had one person come in. That's one more than I expected. It's an hour early, but he's left now. No need to stay any longer I guess. Sigh. I feel like such a fucking failure.