29 January 2010


How long could you survive chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor?

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Cheating On You

just so's i look busy here at work. actually, i'm reading my twitter feed on my ipod. yay me. i'm also keeping up with the saul williams live chat that's going on right now. so far, it's pretty interesting. i dig the lazy friday vibe; it makes up for having to wake up at an ungodly hour to be here. after work i need to go to the bank to make a deposit and get a roll of quarters (laundry this weekend, rah) and pay a couple bills at the mall. being an adult kinda sucks. *sigh* maybe someday i'll get the hang of this. probably not. actually, i don't want to ever truly *feel* like an adult, because that would mean i *am* a grown-up and that sucks. alack, i shall have to return to the world of actual work at the front desk shortly. this sucks. it's really hard to be a lazy bum when coworkers keep walking into the workroom where they easily see me goofing off. sheesh.

Catch A Hot One

This is something I wrote Wednesday afternoon at work.

This is just a rant. I'm trying to work things out in my head. Basically, I suck at the programming part of my job. No news there. Thing is that I'm pretty much getting called on it. Not that I'm in trouble with the boss or anything, just that she's throwing ideas my way, basically doing my job, to the extent that she's offering to contact the person to make arrangements. I shouldn't let her do that, but I probably will. Earlier in the afternoon, I realised that there will probably be no one coming to tomorrow's book club (our first ever), a realisation which has put me in a funk for the remainder of the day. Then, I got a phone call from some entertainer dude who would like to perform at our summer reading kick-off. This was well-timed and ill-timed: Well-timed because my thoughts had already drifted toward programming and I had basically decided to get a list of possibilities together and run them by Connie before the end of the week; Ill-timed because I was still in this funk (also I was in the middle of waiting on patrons) and I really wasn't prepared to actually talk with a person about this sort of thing. So I got his website and told him I'd let him know. Meh. He was really awkward on the phone. I had to put the phone down for a moment (remember, patron) and when I picked it back up I said, "thank you for holding." He said, "uh-huh" and nothing else. I was expecting him to try to sell me on his act, but there was just silence on the other end; he was waiting for me to say something. I'm um'd and uh'd and eventually said (once I figured out that he wasn't going to say anything) that we hadn't made any decisions yet. That's when he gave me his website address. Oy! It was only after all this that Connie approached me at dinner. I think she suspected that I wasn't in the mood for talking and I wasn't; I went to dinner when I did so that I could avoid conversation and avoid thinking about all this which was really getting to me at that moment. Writing this has calmed me down as I hoped it would, rather than upset me further as I feared it would, so that's one good thing I guess. Tomorrow's book club meeting will be considered a success if even one person shows up. That person and I will plan for the February meeting of the book club and hopefully more people will show up then. If no one comes tomorrow, I will select a book and declare it the title of the month for February and still try for a book club. I will get more aggressive and actually call people who I think might be interested. I have not done that this time, mostly because I feel really awkward doing that kind of thing. Okay. Next is to get some ideas going for after-school programs for kids. As Connie pointed out, they're here anyway, so we may as well throw together a quick-and-dirty program for them: games, snacks, maybe a movie. We were sent a couple of decks of cards (UNO and something else) so maybe I can use them, and there's a whole cabinet full of board games and whatnot. I need to look at the schools' schedules so that I don't create a conflict there. Thirdly, as mentioned, I need to come up with a list of possibilities for the summer reading kick-off. I think I may hit up Unshelved Answers for ideas on this one. It couldn't hurt.

Update, Friday: Yesterday no one came to the book club as I suspected. However, one lady called saying she was definitely interested and usually 2PM is a good time for her, just not that particular day. I'm hoping she'll come next month. I've already selected a book (The Time Traveler's Wife) and requested a bunch of copies so that they're available for our patrons. Funny thing is that whenever someone asked me if anyone came for the book club, I responded almost cheerily with a "no." I guess I got all the depression over it out of my system on Wednesday.

15 January 2010

Burn One Down

It has been recommended to me that I teach the chicklets about Monty Python since I seem to know all about the subject. Somehow I don't think preschoolers would get the humour, except maybe for the fish-slapping sketch. Sorry, Daddy.

Not to get too topical, but I'm pretty eager to get home from work so I can catch up on this NBC fiasco. It's like a train wreck--I'm fascinated and repulsed at the same time.

I'm about to volunteer to be on a (sub)committee to look into choices for a new automation system at my library. This could be interesting. It makes me feel professional. Hahaha. Also, it's a good idea to have someone from our building involved in the process.

Ahhh, school gets out early today which means I get to hang out in the back even longer than I normally do on a Friday. Not that I'm doing anything productive back here, but it's nice to be able to chill at a computer most of the day.

Speaking of productive, I have a very busy evening ahead of me. First, dinner. I'm already hungry so this is obviously the most important thing. Second, yoga while I'm waiting for dinner to heat up in the toaster oven. Third, pay my bills. (Hooray for payday.) Fourth, go shopping for groceries and for stuff for tomorrow's craft day and maybe some extra random stuff for myself if my bank account allows. (FYE is closing and I want to see what's left.) Fifth, drop my groceries off at home and put them away. Sixth, bring the crafty stuff to the library and do a bit to set up for tomorrow, including making one of each craft. (I have three crafts lined up so I don't want to make all of them in the morning before the folks come in; I need to get at least two done tonight.) Seventh, go to bed. I stayed up way too late last night, being distracted by things on the interwebs, including a Netflix movie. This whole watching Netflix movies on my tv screen is pretty rad. I'm glad I got the necessary cords to make the connection (thanks, Jenni).

13 January 2010

Climbing Up the Walls

I have a whole stack of newspapers sitting in my apartment. They started appearing at my doorstep last week, presumably as a promotional thing in order to get me to subscribe. Hell, if they can't get me to read the ones they give me for free, I'm certainly not going to pay to not read even more papers.

Yesterday the principal went over my evaluation with me. So far I haven't screwed up yet. Woohoo. She did mention that she'd like me to interact more with the middle school staff, though she acknowledges that that's difficult for me working in the library and not having to go to staff meetings and whatnot. Later, when I got back to the library and was thinking this conversation over, I realised that she essentially told me to try to make friends. Hrm. I have friends. True, I understand the value of being friendly with staff outside of my department, but I've never really seen the point in small-talk and as such typically don't go out of my way to chat with people. Also I'm shy, but let's take shyness out of the equation--small talk serves little purpose other to cover uncomfortable silences (and I don't tend to find silences all that uncomfortable). Conclusion: I'll chit-chat when I bloody well feel like chit-chatting, when it happens organically, not when it feels false or forced.

08 January 2010

Blister In The Sun

I'm a bit late on my new year's blog this year, but I was kinda busy and sorta lazy so I won't bother making with the excuses.

On to the blog.

Actually, looking back at last year's resolutions, there's only two I can definitively scratch off--I found my camera, which had been hiding cleverly in the pocket of my backpack; and I finished Lolita. (In my defense, many of the resolutions are of the maintenance variety and should be listed every year for all eternity, or at least until I grow up, which I hope will be never.) I confess that I really failed on the yoga vs. noga front in 2009. Mostly I was unable to attend yoga classes in the Heights, (though the rec center in the Heights started having classes in the spring, which was nice), and now in this rural area there aren't any classes available at all. This does not excuse me from doing yoga at home. The second seeming failure on last year's resolutions was the writing thing. True, I wrote less than half the number of blogs in 2009 that I wrote in 2008, but I kept a journal in Google Docs while at my first full-time job. Every now and then I would post excerpts from it here, but on the whole it was material best kept to myself, written to keep me sane at a job I hated (and thankfully now have left). The Rubick's cube remains untouched. And there's that other thing, but whatever.

Resolutions for 2010:

  • Writing (See last year.)
  • Yoga (See last year, also.)
  • Concerts (This would be one of the "maintenance variety.")
  • Addictions (The CD one has taken a decidedly digital turn, but I still buy physical albums now and again; The DVD collection continues to grow nicely.)
  • Reading (I haven't read nearly so much since I took this job in July. I suppose I don't make time for this as I should. Sad times, sad times indeed.)
  • Procrastination (I'll say more on this later.)
  • Songs (I think I'll stick with titling blogs with the name of the song I'm listening to while blogging. It amuses me.)
  • Eating (I did a decent job of increasing the health level of my food in 2009, but I know I can do better.)
  • Storytime (This one needs explanation: I don't really enjoy this aspect of my job. I do it because I have to and that's that. I want to enjoy it more, make it more fun for both me and the chicklets.)
  • Juggling (You thought I'd forgotten, didn't you.)