June 2009
15 posts
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and things started off so well
I’m leaving for the airport from work this afternoon which normally sends me into a total panic but somehow I managed to finish packing last night, already have a ride arranged and got up on time this morning so I’m feeling pretty good. Or at least I was until I got an email that my friend has stage 4 cancer (of a highly curable variety apparently but still…) and as I was reading...
perhaps not the best solution
I’m kind of hating my life right now and I’m seriously considering just sleeping until things seems better. Of course, part of my foul mood seems to be the direct result of some strange dreams so there’s always the chance sleeping will just make things worse.
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“When people ask what I do at work, I can tell them I help mentally challenged...”
– Scott Douglas from Dispatches of a Public Librarian
this happens every time
Mom: I got the pictures you sent... you look pale.
Me: I am pale.
Mom: Not that pale. Are you sick?
Me: I am that pale. I've always been that pale.
Mom: (pause) I think I'm going to send the one in the gray shirt to grandma.
Me: Not that one. The one in the green shirt is the cuter one.
Mom: Yes, but I don't think it looks like you.
Me: Seriously?
Seriously? →
Apparently Warren Buffet cut off his adopted granddaughter and Marie Claire wants me to feel sorry for her and, I guess, admire her courage? Yeah, I don’t think so. I make about as much as her and by no means am I just “getting by.” In fact, I can afford both cable and (lousy) health insurance. I also didn’t have anyone paying my way through college. I’m not bitter...
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perks of the job
I get to go to the SLA Conference this year (Special Libraries Association for all you non-librarians) on my office’s dime because we have a booth and they need help manning it. That’s nice and all but I also get to miss work Friday to go down and set up the booth because the guy in charge can’t figure out how to put the presentation board together. Yay me! I love putting things...
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an exceptionally lousy morning
While trying to put my contacts in this morning I had a bit of an episode that I believe was the result of extremely low blood pressure. Everything got super bright then my vision blacked out and I got cold sweats. I ended up huddled on the bathroom floor between the toilet and the litter box freaking out. As soon as I recovered a bit and tried to get up, it happened again. Eventually I made it...
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today i am full of hate
and my hate is directed at:
- Piperlime and UPS because the boots I ordered a week and a half ago have still not arrived. They sat in Jersey for two days, then Utah for four days and for the past 36 hours or so they’ve been about 20 minutes from my house but I doubt they arrive before Friday. Fail UPS, fail.
- NBC for cancelling Life. That show was awesome but didn’t get renewed...
i think i'm too old for this
I like sleep. In fact it’s one of my favorite things and this past weekend I got entirely too little of it. Friday night I was up till sometime after 6am and Saturday I crawled into bed sometime around 4am. Friday night I was out and about consuming copious quantities of alcohol during my friend’s going away celebration and when I actually got home around two the next afternoon I was...
oh shit.
I am having a party tomorrow night and I am totally unprepared. There is beer to be bought, cupcakes to be baked, personal items to be hidden. Oh, and if I get my way I’m going out tonight. As usual I have my priorities in order.
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questionable clothing choices
Bill: You've got quite a bruise on your leg.
Me: What? Oh, yeah.
Bill: It looks kind of like a bite.
Me: Um... does it?
Bill: (looks closer) Are those teeth marks?
Me: I knew I should have worn pants today.
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i think i work in the loudest library in the world
I’m not complaining, I just think it’s funny. Few people even bother to use indoor voices and there’s frequently shouting and swearing. Folks talk on cell phones and have loud, gossipy conversations in the public spaces. Nearly all of these acts of unprofessionalism are committed by library employees not patrons. I myself am a pretty quiet person but I make up for it by eating at...
“She’s my girl but she’s not my girlfriend.”
– Yes, the she is me and no, I don’t know what it means. I think I’m ok with it though.
