New Job

Well, sort of. I still work in the same area at the library, but I have different duties. Instead of working the desk, and responding to the beck and call of the unwashed masses, now I get to sit at a desk in the back and oversee the turning in and picking of books people have put on hold. And deal with the whiny emails of the unwashed masses. But there will be a lot less of those than there were at the desk.

Work is kind of weird these days

So, recently we merged our department with another one, and that means that I am now working in two sections of the library at once. Now they are tearing up the department we merged with and are trying to put a conference room right where all our storage space was. This means that everything is super squished and confusing and disorganized. The good thing is, though, I now have a really good excuse for not knowing where things are in the new section. No one else does either!

I am a geek, but not a huge one

68% Geek

Wierd...

It's weird how people can make "It's not your fault" sound so accusatory.

Oh noes!

Woe and lamentations! Repent ye, repent ye, in sackcloth and ashes lest calamity be laid upon your heads. Woe unto the children of Melvil Dewey who have made such a bad decision. What, you may well ask, is the horror which has been committed by the children of men within these sacred walls of the HBLL? I will tell you, my child, that ye may recant.

They replaced all the old furniture in the girl's bathrooms! Seriously, they had all this great retro stuff that was surely the detritus that came from all over campus as they went about upgrading the "look" of everything, and had to stash the old stuff somewhere. They had bright orange love seats and gray monstrosities with cheese wedge pillows and big, squishy, comfy couches you could really nap in. Now they have all this bland office furniture in professional-looking beige and dark brown with art deco on the back that still smells like new car and looks like the carpets and is about as yielding. They even have coffee tables. COFFEE TABLES. It looks like a doctor's waiting room. They should stock it with year-old magazines and have done with it. Where is the personality and casual comfort that allowed a nursing mother to feel like she could change her baby's diaper and then proceed to fall asleep while nursing? Where can a poor college student, worn out with studying and partying, go, to catch up on sleep while vowing to catch up on homework next? What have they done? Where will it end?!

Well, okay, I do like the coffee tables.

Wow

Dang, that last post was full of venom. Let's see if we can't brighten things up around here.

Three of my current co-workers are engaged, and one former one is getting married later this month! I am so excited, and the best part is, the ones that have dates are getting married in October, November and December respectively. This will mean lots of cake and presents (cake for me, presents for them)(cake for them too, I guess) which are two of my favorite things in the world, along with marriage in general, babies, kittens, puppies, sunsets, and kissing. Also, world peace.

Is that better? Is the bad vibe gone?

Hello?

The Harried Librarian

Everybody wants a favor.

Do I look like the favor-fairy?

Do I look like a push-over?

I promise, when I give in, it's only because I want to. It's not because you bullied me into giving you what you want. It's not because it's my job to please idiots.

Except that it is.

Oh, and opening books to their barcodes? Not as helpful as you might think.