Saturday, October 25, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, October 3, 2008
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?
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?
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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.
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.
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