Felt like I was gonna pass out today at work.
I seriously thought it was appendicitis for a while cause I was burning up and every time I stood up I wanted to fall over.
Which killed the whole standing thing.
But of all the days to be in physical pain it happened to be the least busy of them all.
So that made it bearable I guess.
Think I had like 10 stats total, which is really bad since I was there all day.
Though technically the first hour I was guarding the music CD's - oh yeah, there's a guard desk now and it's only gonna get worse from there if the rumors are true - then I was at the front desk for a hour which is when I got all of my stats before leaving for lunch and then a meeting and then checking in 8 carts in the backroom in an hour leading into the final hour where we had like 10 people in the building total.
Ribfest, ugh.
I did get to see my adopted little sister though so the day wasn't a total waste.
And the meeting was good.
Our Youth Services crew is always amusing.
When talking about collection we told our commander in chief - aka Cabin Fever - to "buy the interesting ones and skip the boring stuff."
We're so specific.
And helpful like that.
But that's okay, she wouldn't be the commander in chief if she didn't know what she was doing.
So that was work.
After work I did some more laundry and attempted a Twin Peaks marathon.
I made it through one episode and went....that's messed up.
So no more of that.
Which is so WEIRD cause I'm usually all over those cult shows.
Cult show as in underrated, not as in, you know, like a show about cults.
Cause those are bad.
Cults, not shows about cults.
Though I'm guessing due to the subject matter those shows are also bad.
But possibly interesting.
If you followed that you're a genius.
I lost myself.
New topic.
Anyway, so to drown out all that weirdness I turned on some Wipeout - cause that doesn't have "weird" written all over it - and played some Lords of the Realm 2 - also doesn't scream "weird" even when played by a girl in 2013 sitting next to a cat shaved like a lion.
That's right, it's back!
Or it should be!
But I have a feeling if they tried to revamp it it'd turn out like the new You Don't Know Jack game.
Not as good as the original.
Yay 90's.
Don't like the new host.
Not the same.
Kills the whole game.
Anyway, I'm a nerd.
But you knew that, it's part of the reason you're here.
So nerdy in fact that the nights I don't spend with my boyfriend I spend with my cat playing video games, watching TV, editing or doing homework.
Cause other than that I really have no life.
Which is fine by me, actually I kind of prefer it that way.
Though this weekend has a lot going on. Golf tournament on Saturday followed by a softball tournament on Sunday.
That's right, 2G's at it again!! but this time we're on a new course. Hope their drink cart lady follows us around too.
Our drinking team has a golfing problem.
Cause we suck, but when there is liquor we don't notice we suck, we just get louder. And then everyone wants to join our team.
No, Pastor's pretty good, as is Homey G-Wigger now that she's got her Packer clubs.
But we really don't care about winning, our only goal is to beat Hillman and his team of ringers.
Although apparently Juwanna - aka the high school roommate - is playing this year so a new challenge.
It's on.
And that's all I got.
Must put laptop down so I can pack for massive weekend.
On to the music:
Throwback Thursday
Song You Know But Forgot You Knew It
Sunny Came Home - Shawn Colvin
yay 90's.
and I'm out.
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Thursday, August 8, 2013
Friday, May 24, 2013
But then, you know, there's always drums, and bass, and maybe even one day a tambourine.
So, I don't know what the heck happened this morning, but when I woke up to the steam cleaning dude knocking on my door - 9:30AM - my left leg was asleep and I fell three times on the way to the door.
It's like 10 feet from the couch to the door so it was every freaking step.
I can only imagine as to what he was thinking outside my door cause every time I fell a different expletive came out.
And not quietly.
It explained the amused look on his face when the door swung open.
And Carter was just laying there like what the hell?
Like, by the time I made it to the door I was holding on to it for dear life, then stood against the wall for a while just to make sure I wasn't gonna faceplant in front of him.
The last time that happened to me in the morning - that I can remember, though a lot of my mornings are fuzzy cause I hate mornings - was in high school. And actually it was because I was injured.
So, if you know me or you've read this long enough you've probably heard of the sleeping walking incident.
If not, here's the short version.
Basically, I had this dream that I was crabwalking through a tunnel on a college visit and it turns out I was actually crabwalking down my bed. And the metal bar that I felt by my feet was real. I stepped on an office chair and it flew out from under me so naturally I grabbed the closest object to me to regain my balance, that just happened to be a dresser.
I woke up on the ground - tile floor was especially cold that night - with something really heavy on top of me and I couldn't move. About 10 minutes later, after the panic attacks had stopped - I realized that I had a roommate.
Juwanna thought the screaming was just me having a bad dream. So did I - somewhere between all the flailing and the blacking out - though that changed when she turned the lights on and went "oh my god!"
Then, when I could actually see that the giant object crushing me to the floor was in fact my own dresser, filled with my clothes and covered in my radio and my random crap that was now scattered all over my floor, I was able to realize that no, this was actually happening and it would probably be a wise idea to, in the future, just sleep on the floor of a room with padded walls.
Anyway, my ankle got crushed somewhere between the dresser falling and it being lifted off of me.
Juwanna went to get the dorm-mom, who naturally had to call the Dean - oh yeah, the Dean of the high school - at like 2AM - then she gave me a glass of water and put me back to bed.
I woke up in the morning with her at the base of my bed asking if I could get up.
I took one step and totally face planted - again on the cold tile floor.
That's when she said, "well, guess we should call your parents."
"Crap."
Still haven't heard the end of that one.
Yes, that was the short version.
Granted I don't remove painting from walls like one former coworker but I'm pretty sure that one can top any of your sleep-walking stories.
I lost myself.
Oh right, so yeah, that's the last time I remember having no control of my body and not being able to regain my balance before I fell straight to the ground.
So that made for a fun morning.
The dude was actually very efficient.
And chatty.
So that made the fact that he was cleaning my carpet as I sat on the couch less awkward.
Carter hid out in the kitchen the whole time - he's not so good with loud noises - but the carpet has never looked cleaner.
It took all day for the carpets to dry, watched 10 Things I Hate About You amongst other things, much funnier than I remember. But hysterical cause I was quoting it as it went. Didn't realize I had watched it that many times growing up, but apparently so.
Now everything is back in its place.
Though I'm thinking of asking my parents if they can take my foosball table and store it for me until I have a house and a place to put it.
Cause I can't get rid of it, cause it's like a memorabilia thing, you know? And the third best Christmas present ever.
The first being Maroon 5 tickets from my boyfriend and the second being a signed script from Charmed from Second Sister.
Yes, I am one of those Charmed nerds.
I could be queen of all Charmed nerds can cause I can list episode titles from all 8 seasons and quote from each of them as well.
Speaking of quotes, so my original intention - before all these ramblings - was to go through my box of random crap that I've collected since I moved here that's filled with all sorts of coworker and patrons quotes from the three years that I've worked in the library system.
Yes, as of today, it has officially been three years of working at the work branch - technically it was 3 years in the system as of the 16th cause that's when I started at the home branch, but I already did a big post about the home branch my last day there, so, here's to three years.
Things overheard at the library:
"It takes two to screw up a tango. Or something like that."
"Why would anyone want to eat anything that pink?"
"My sickle's in the car."
"Give me the one with the naked dancing men."
"Don't give me virgins, no!"
"There's so much water around the mosquitoes are gonna be as big as small birds this year!"
"We could call it PITA - Pain In The Ass!"
"Yeah, BYOP - Bring Your Own Painkiller."
"That's my mean look."
"You need practice."
"I left it on a cruise ship."
"She kept constantly murdering people in hopes of meeting Angela Landsbury."
"Do you get paid to sit there and look pretty?....And she's smart too!"
"I would have cussed him out in Russian."
Coworker Moments:
Fearless Leader holding up a copy of Legally Blonde the Musical: "THIS is why I hate musicals!"
Little Shelver Boy: "Can you check out anything in the library?"
Slim Shady: "Yes."
Little Shelver Boy: "Then can I check you out?"
Slim Shady: "Don't you have books to shelve?"
Queen of Awesome: "Trash it and do a happy dance."
Space Cadet: "Screw the fan, you want an e-reader!"
Me: "He went all Hulk and broke in!"
InfoMan: "The lights were still off!"
Me: "I just got an LOL from Superwoman. Brings me back to my MSN Messenger days. 'BRB' I'm not actually going anywhere but neither is this conversation."
Shirley: "You've been naughty so here's the scoop. Your Christmas gift is snowman poop!"
Girlscout: "My orca is gonna attack your porpoise."
Me: "Wicked? It's like the ultimate fan fiction."
Patron: "Hey, I'm trying to get my groove on here."
New Guy: "You're gonna have to get your groove on somewhere else."
Space Cadet: "You deserve like a sticker. or a gold star. or a pizza."
Superwoman: "Oh good grief, she would say pizza."
Space Cadet: "If I yell-"
Me: "I will run."
Superwoman: "It's a psychological thriller."
Slim Shady: "What does that mean in the context of ballerinas?"
Super Librarian Status: "Someone tried to flush a copy of The Economist down the toilet."
Me: "Irony."
Queen of Awesome: "I am envious of your boxes."
Me: "You looked all serious."
Space Cadet: "I am serious, I gotta get rid of this 7Up!"
Me: "You're a fan of Charlie's Angels?"
KPH: "I'm a fan of girls in general."
Me: "Here is my phone number so you can stop calling my mother."
Superwoman: "Maybe we like talking to your mother."
Fearless Leader: "I tried to use p-slip as a verb, p-slipping, don't do it."
Me: "Codeword: Josh."
Slim Shady: "You're good. You're really really good."
Me: "Some dude got bit by a rattlesnake at Walmart."
Library Judge: "Yeah, but it only caused 60% damage."
QotKU: "I don't want to cougar him."
QotKU: "I'll wait for the hot firefighters."
Me: "We should write a book called 'What the hell were we thinking: The Hindsight Bias.' We could have a chapter called 'Relationship Mistakes, Mishaps and Malfunctions."
Cabin Fever: "Tell them you worship snakes. Always works for me."
Darth Scheduler: "A joyous observation on the day of your birth!"
Me: "What?"
Darth Scheduler: "Happy birthday."
Me: "You threw away the plant?"
Koha Queen: "It was dead!"
Me: "Well, in the words of Eric Overmeier..."
KPH: "I'm a sweater addict, I admit that freely. She wanted fashion in the 80's, has that changed?"
Me: "Does the coffee machine in the breakroom work?"
Fearless Leader: "Don't do it!"
Me: "Just say no to vending machine orange juice."
Me: "Justin Bieber wants to know if I like pie. What do I say? Now he's threatening to mug me if I don't answer."
Sensei: "I think this is a lovely start to the book you're going to write. I will be happy to provide color commentary."
InfoMan: "What happens in the library stays in the library."
Girlscout: "Or checks out for three weeks."
Supervisor: "Let's take 'em down!"
Me: "I gotta go upstairs, you're gonna have to 'take 'em down!' with Jeff."
Darth Scheduler: "Arg the pirate caveman."
Slim Shady: "Just say 'ew' and walk away."
Me: "Does that container say 'barf chips'?"
Glee-Loving Boss: "Yes, they are waste pickup deoderizers."
Me: "What are face aerobics?"
Extra
Second Sister: "If he shows up at your apartment do not let him in. Break up with him over the intercom."
Me: "An intercom breakup?"
Second Sister: "Oh yeah, they're all the rage."
Seth Godin: "We need librarians more than we ever did. What we don't need are more clerks who guard dead paper."
Random Notes in bin
$0.25 for slot machine from Supply Queen - quarter spent in Vegas
Wow.
That was a lot.
But it was three years.
Three years of awesomeness.
Here's to three more.
It's like 10 feet from the couch to the door so it was every freaking step.
I can only imagine as to what he was thinking outside my door cause every time I fell a different expletive came out.
And not quietly.
It explained the amused look on his face when the door swung open.
And Carter was just laying there like what the hell?
Like, by the time I made it to the door I was holding on to it for dear life, then stood against the wall for a while just to make sure I wasn't gonna faceplant in front of him.
The last time that happened to me in the morning - that I can remember, though a lot of my mornings are fuzzy cause I hate mornings - was in high school. And actually it was because I was injured.
So, if you know me or you've read this long enough you've probably heard of the sleeping walking incident.
If not, here's the short version.
Basically, I had this dream that I was crabwalking through a tunnel on a college visit and it turns out I was actually crabwalking down my bed. And the metal bar that I felt by my feet was real. I stepped on an office chair and it flew out from under me so naturally I grabbed the closest object to me to regain my balance, that just happened to be a dresser.
I woke up on the ground - tile floor was especially cold that night - with something really heavy on top of me and I couldn't move. About 10 minutes later, after the panic attacks had stopped - I realized that I had a roommate.
Juwanna thought the screaming was just me having a bad dream. So did I - somewhere between all the flailing and the blacking out - though that changed when she turned the lights on and went "oh my god!"
Then, when I could actually see that the giant object crushing me to the floor was in fact my own dresser, filled with my clothes and covered in my radio and my random crap that was now scattered all over my floor, I was able to realize that no, this was actually happening and it would probably be a wise idea to, in the future, just sleep on the floor of a room with padded walls.
Anyway, my ankle got crushed somewhere between the dresser falling and it being lifted off of me.
Juwanna went to get the dorm-mom, who naturally had to call the Dean - oh yeah, the Dean of the high school - at like 2AM - then she gave me a glass of water and put me back to bed.
I woke up in the morning with her at the base of my bed asking if I could get up.
I took one step and totally face planted - again on the cold tile floor.
That's when she said, "well, guess we should call your parents."
"Crap."
Still haven't heard the end of that one.
Yes, that was the short version.
Granted I don't remove painting from walls like one former coworker but I'm pretty sure that one can top any of your sleep-walking stories.
I lost myself.
Oh right, so yeah, that's the last time I remember having no control of my body and not being able to regain my balance before I fell straight to the ground.
So that made for a fun morning.
The dude was actually very efficient.
And chatty.
So that made the fact that he was cleaning my carpet as I sat on the couch less awkward.
Carter hid out in the kitchen the whole time - he's not so good with loud noises - but the carpet has never looked cleaner.
It took all day for the carpets to dry, watched 10 Things I Hate About You amongst other things, much funnier than I remember. But hysterical cause I was quoting it as it went. Didn't realize I had watched it that many times growing up, but apparently so.
Now everything is back in its place.
Though I'm thinking of asking my parents if they can take my foosball table and store it for me until I have a house and a place to put it.
Cause I can't get rid of it, cause it's like a memorabilia thing, you know? And the third best Christmas present ever.
The first being Maroon 5 tickets from my boyfriend and the second being a signed script from Charmed from Second Sister.
Yes, I am one of those Charmed nerds.
I could be queen of all Charmed nerds can cause I can list episode titles from all 8 seasons and quote from each of them as well.
Speaking of quotes, so my original intention - before all these ramblings - was to go through my box of random crap that I've collected since I moved here that's filled with all sorts of coworker and patrons quotes from the three years that I've worked in the library system.
Yes, as of today, it has officially been three years of working at the work branch - technically it was 3 years in the system as of the 16th cause that's when I started at the home branch, but I already did a big post about the home branch my last day there, so, here's to three years.
Things overheard at the library:
"It takes two to screw up a tango. Or something like that."
"Why would anyone want to eat anything that pink?"
"My sickle's in the car."
"Give me the one with the naked dancing men."
"Don't give me virgins, no!"
"There's so much water around the mosquitoes are gonna be as big as small birds this year!"
"We could call it PITA - Pain In The Ass!"
"Yeah, BYOP - Bring Your Own Painkiller."
"That's my mean look."
"You need practice."
"I left it on a cruise ship."
"She kept constantly murdering people in hopes of meeting Angela Landsbury."
"Do you get paid to sit there and look pretty?....And she's smart too!"
"I would have cussed him out in Russian."
Coworker Moments:
Fearless Leader holding up a copy of Legally Blonde the Musical: "THIS is why I hate musicals!"
Little Shelver Boy: "Can you check out anything in the library?"
Slim Shady: "Yes."
Little Shelver Boy: "Then can I check you out?"
Slim Shady: "Don't you have books to shelve?"
Queen of Awesome: "Trash it and do a happy dance."
Space Cadet: "Screw the fan, you want an e-reader!"
Me: "He went all Hulk and broke in!"
InfoMan: "The lights were still off!"
Me: "I just got an LOL from Superwoman. Brings me back to my MSN Messenger days. 'BRB' I'm not actually going anywhere but neither is this conversation."
Shirley: "You've been naughty so here's the scoop. Your Christmas gift is snowman poop!"
Girlscout: "My orca is gonna attack your porpoise."
Me: "Wicked? It's like the ultimate fan fiction."
Patron: "Hey, I'm trying to get my groove on here."
New Guy: "You're gonna have to get your groove on somewhere else."
Space Cadet: "You deserve like a sticker. or a gold star. or a pizza."
Superwoman: "Oh good grief, she would say pizza."
Space Cadet: "If I yell-"
Me: "I will run."
Superwoman: "It's a psychological thriller."
Slim Shady: "What does that mean in the context of ballerinas?"
Super Librarian Status: "Someone tried to flush a copy of The Economist down the toilet."
Me: "Irony."
Queen of Awesome: "I am envious of your boxes."
Me: "You looked all serious."
Space Cadet: "I am serious, I gotta get rid of this 7Up!"
Me: "You're a fan of Charlie's Angels?"
KPH: "I'm a fan of girls in general."
Me: "Here is my phone number so you can stop calling my mother."
Superwoman: "Maybe we like talking to your mother."
Fearless Leader: "I tried to use p-slip as a verb, p-slipping, don't do it."
Me: "Codeword: Josh."
Slim Shady: "You're good. You're really really good."
Me: "Some dude got bit by a rattlesnake at Walmart."
Library Judge: "Yeah, but it only caused 60% damage."
QotKU: "I don't want to cougar him."
QotKU: "I'll wait for the hot firefighters."
Me: "We should write a book called 'What the hell were we thinking: The Hindsight Bias.' We could have a chapter called 'Relationship Mistakes, Mishaps and Malfunctions."
Cabin Fever: "Tell them you worship snakes. Always works for me."
Darth Scheduler: "A joyous observation on the day of your birth!"
Me: "What?"
Darth Scheduler: "Happy birthday."
Me: "You threw away the plant?"
Koha Queen: "It was dead!"
Me: "Well, in the words of Eric Overmeier..."
KPH: "I'm a sweater addict, I admit that freely. She wanted fashion in the 80's, has that changed?"
Me: "Does the coffee machine in the breakroom work?"
Fearless Leader: "Don't do it!"
Me: "Just say no to vending machine orange juice."
Me: "Justin Bieber wants to know if I like pie. What do I say? Now he's threatening to mug me if I don't answer."
Sensei: "I think this is a lovely start to the book you're going to write. I will be happy to provide color commentary."
InfoMan: "What happens in the library stays in the library."
Girlscout: "Or checks out for three weeks."
Supervisor: "Let's take 'em down!"
Me: "I gotta go upstairs, you're gonna have to 'take 'em down!' with Jeff."
Darth Scheduler: "Arg the pirate caveman."
Slim Shady: "Just say 'ew' and walk away."
Me: "Does that container say 'barf chips'?"
Glee-Loving Boss: "Yes, they are waste pickup deoderizers."
Me: "What are face aerobics?"
Extra
Second Sister: "If he shows up at your apartment do not let him in. Break up with him over the intercom."
Me: "An intercom breakup?"
Second Sister: "Oh yeah, they're all the rage."
Seth Godin: "We need librarians more than we ever did. What we don't need are more clerks who guard dead paper."
Random Notes in bin
$0.25 for slot machine from Supply Queen - quarter spent in Vegas
Wow.
That was a lot.
But it was three years.
Three years of awesomeness.
Here's to three more.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
nothing left for me to do but dance.
Okay, so one thing I neglected to mention in the previous post is yet another big thing from this week.
Family pictures.
Not my family, his family.
Which of course turned me into a nervous wreck cause it's like a serious thing.
And I know we're serious, but this is like serious serious.
But when I tried explaining that to Girlscout Cabin Fever went, "but didn't you almost get married in Vegas?" "yeah." "isn't that more serious?" and then something about how there should be many more serious events before the actual wedding.
Weird thing, didn't miss a beat during that entire 5 minutes of, "oh yeah, let's get married" in complete seriousness. Not sure what made me nervous about the pictures, his family is great and we get along really well.
Just the nerves of dressing up and wearing makeup and OH MY GOD, so I was in the staff restroom putting on the makeup on break and one of the aides walked in and like this look of pure shock came over her face.
Not sure if she wasn't sure what to do in the situation or that she'd never seen me in makeup let alone applying it.
Either way it was humorous.
So I got all maked up - is that a phrase? I'm making it one - and met up with his family to take the pictures. Quick and painless as was dinner afterward.
Today was as well, it seemed to fly by. Coffee/meeting in the morning with the Library Goddess about the newsletter which I had copy and pasted about 90% already so that was fast, then work and training yet another volunteer. So I'm at 4 go-po's, though last week I was at 5. Then I have like 3 new adult volunteers all coming in at different hours and all that. I think that's all I can handle at the moment or I will go insane.
But I get to jam all day tomorrow with the family. And I get to sleep in, before I have to wake up, get dressed and be conscious enough to pick up my great aunt around 11:30.
Mom says it's either pick her up or cook the food and as I cannot cook the food I'm going with picking her up.
The boyfriend is sick so I'm bummed about that. Hopefully he can get some actual sleep tonight and will feel better tomorrow or the day after.
Alright, on to the music rec. Got a classic one for you tonight.
Canned Heat - Jon Heder's incredible dance moves.
Think someone choreographed this or is he making it up on the fly?
I actually have a video of 4 of my best friends from high school doing this dance but they would hunt me down and kill me if I uploaded it.
nothing left for me to do but dance.
can i borrow some chapstick?
Family pictures.
Not my family, his family.
Which of course turned me into a nervous wreck cause it's like a serious thing.
And I know we're serious, but this is like serious serious.
But when I tried explaining that to Girlscout Cabin Fever went, "but didn't you almost get married in Vegas?" "yeah." "isn't that more serious?" and then something about how there should be many more serious events before the actual wedding.
Weird thing, didn't miss a beat during that entire 5 minutes of, "oh yeah, let's get married" in complete seriousness. Not sure what made me nervous about the pictures, his family is great and we get along really well.
Just the nerves of dressing up and wearing makeup and OH MY GOD, so I was in the staff restroom putting on the makeup on break and one of the aides walked in and like this look of pure shock came over her face.
Not sure if she wasn't sure what to do in the situation or that she'd never seen me in makeup let alone applying it.
Either way it was humorous.
So I got all maked up - is that a phrase? I'm making it one - and met up with his family to take the pictures. Quick and painless as was dinner afterward.
Today was as well, it seemed to fly by. Coffee/meeting in the morning with the Library Goddess about the newsletter which I had copy and pasted about 90% already so that was fast, then work and training yet another volunteer. So I'm at 4 go-po's, though last week I was at 5. Then I have like 3 new adult volunteers all coming in at different hours and all that. I think that's all I can handle at the moment or I will go insane.
But I get to jam all day tomorrow with the family. And I get to sleep in, before I have to wake up, get dressed and be conscious enough to pick up my great aunt around 11:30.
Mom says it's either pick her up or cook the food and as I cannot cook the food I'm going with picking her up.
The boyfriend is sick so I'm bummed about that. Hopefully he can get some actual sleep tonight and will feel better tomorrow or the day after.
Alright, on to the music rec. Got a classic one for you tonight.
Canned Heat - Jon Heder's incredible dance moves.
Think someone choreographed this or is he making it up on the fly?
I actually have a video of 4 of my best friends from high school doing this dance but they would hunt me down and kill me if I uploaded it.
nothing left for me to do but dance.
can i borrow some chapstick?
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
I've got the moves like Jagger.
Dear Blogspot,
Today I rocked it.
Got to use my new coffee machine this morning, well, my parents' old one cause they got a new one, but it's NEW TO ME so I'm calling it new. Anyway, it has a timer so it was ready when I woke up, awesomeness. Grabbed some fruit and hit the road.
Opened up first floor, finished up the YA project, worked at the desks, answered reference phone calls, restocked the displays, did supply rounds, wrote up a book recommendation, checked in 6 carts in an hour, then stopped by the home library after work to see Space Cadet and my Trainee.
Was good to have the Space Cadets reunited. I haven't seen her since I worked there. Like, as in the last time we worked together. Which has probably been months, since I was just down to Tuesday and Thursday nights for a while - neither of them with her.
Anyway, I walked in wearing my "Tundra hat" - present from the Cool Aunt that Slim Shady says makes me look like I'm headed for a tundra, i like it - and Space Cadet did the best doubletake ever. It was nice. Walking passed with a cart as I walk in the door, looks over, keeps walking, stops walking and looks again. HI!
We talked ipods, family, cooking, library stuff.
She enjoys that someone bought me a subscription to a cooking magazine, and claims it wasn't her. I still have no idea who did it, but once I do it's on.
I miss my home branch.
It's a completely different atmosphere there. I got to know my coworkers there a lot more than my current work branch ones just because it's slower there so you talk more. Plus they have longer hours.
And I'm getting to know my current ones, they're fantastic as well.
I draw mazes for Slim Shady on my breaks. We go out for movies and food.
Fearless Leader likes my Firefly t-shirts. We talk blogs, books, movies, and dating.
Info-Man and me talk Huskers and recommendations.
John Boy teaches me all about comics, I'm learning people.
Mentor tells me all about the joys of working with teens, and shows me the ropes to talking over teen programs.
The Reference Queen always checks in to make sure I know how to do things, aka processes that I wasn't exactly trained to do but am still doing them because no one else is.
Queen of the Known Universe always makes me laugh, we talk Criminal Minds, Big Bang Theory, and crazy people.
Super Librarian Status always gives me good philosophies for life, such as "it's not possible to drink all the liquor in town, i've tried it."
Big Brother always watches out for creepers staring at me and gives me excuses to leave the desk when one approaches.
Girlscout and I talk derby, food, library everything and somehow she's always hard at work in the staff room whenever I go in there.
Superwoman is always watching out for me, period.
The New Guy and I joke about anything that's going on at the time.
The New Girl seems to always ask me questions about processes instead of other people, I'm flattered.
Cabin Fever who I joke with about writing a book about life experiences entitled "What Was I Thinking: The Hindsight Bias" and told me to tell creepers I talk to snakes so they're scared away.
The Aides and myself always joke around and talk about starting an Aides Union - as I used to be one and now I'm an advocate.
So yes, I do like my new coworkers. But I miss the old ones as well.
Sensei who I talked The Closer, Criminal Minds, NCIS, really any TV show.
Glee-Loving Boss who calls me to tell me that Temperature Tuesdays have started at Runza.
Queen of Awesome who lets me hold Maximus Awesomus, aka the Spawn of Awesome. And goes out for sushi and drinks.
Joe Studley who I can talk to about anything, and who does impressions just to cheer me up.
Space Cadet who's always teasing me about cooking. We talk about my tech-nerd-ness and her no-tech-ness. And occasionally yell out "you want an e-reader!" for no reason.
Trainee who I actually occasionally get to see since she's doing now what I was doing before, except I was an aide at the home branch and an LSA at the work branch. She's that in reverse. We talk sports, life, crazy people, etc.
Yes, I like my coworkers. All of them. That's why it's hard to leave. That's why I don't plan on leaving anytime soon.
I'm actually looking forward to inservice day so I get to jam with everyone at the same time.
What was I talking about before this whole rambling things got started?
Oh right.
Today.
I think we're finally off vacation-mode since we're fully functional.
Or seem to be.
Today was just weird reference-wise, I had this phone call asking for an address and everywhere I looked gave me different information. At first the addresses were different, then the middle initials were different, then the phone numbers were different, then she wanted to talk to someone else cause apparently I wasn't helpful. Though she didn't say that, she just said is there anyone else there. Info-man to the rescue. He told her the same things that I did and she listened to him!! Seriously? Then she called back!
Anyway, aside from that I rocked it. Though technically I rocked that since he just said the same things that I said. Maybe I need to sound more experienced. Or authoritative. Or something. Distinguished.
I'll work on that.
In the meantime,
"Moves Like Jagger" Maroon 5 feat. Christina Aguilera
dig it. my niece - the youngest one, she's like two - sings this. "got the moves like jagger, got the moves like jagger, got the moves like jagger..." i taped it and put it as my ringtone. hilarious.
We'll see if I'll still have moves like Jagger tomorrow.
Here's the Red Green philosophy for the day:
The faster you go the more you miss. As you get older you're gonna realize that we're all pretty much heading for a brick wall. The question is, how hard do you wanna hit it?
OUT!
Today I rocked it.
Got to use my new coffee machine this morning, well, my parents' old one cause they got a new one, but it's NEW TO ME so I'm calling it new. Anyway, it has a timer so it was ready when I woke up, awesomeness. Grabbed some fruit and hit the road.
Opened up first floor, finished up the YA project, worked at the desks, answered reference phone calls, restocked the displays, did supply rounds, wrote up a book recommendation, checked in 6 carts in an hour, then stopped by the home library after work to see Space Cadet and my Trainee.
Was good to have the Space Cadets reunited. I haven't seen her since I worked there. Like, as in the last time we worked together. Which has probably been months, since I was just down to Tuesday and Thursday nights for a while - neither of them with her.
Anyway, I walked in wearing my "Tundra hat" - present from the Cool Aunt that Slim Shady says makes me look like I'm headed for a tundra, i like it - and Space Cadet did the best doubletake ever. It was nice. Walking passed with a cart as I walk in the door, looks over, keeps walking, stops walking and looks again. HI!
We talked ipods, family, cooking, library stuff.
She enjoys that someone bought me a subscription to a cooking magazine, and claims it wasn't her. I still have no idea who did it, but once I do it's on.
I miss my home branch.
It's a completely different atmosphere there. I got to know my coworkers there a lot more than my current work branch ones just because it's slower there so you talk more. Plus they have longer hours.
And I'm getting to know my current ones, they're fantastic as well.
I draw mazes for Slim Shady on my breaks. We go out for movies and food.
Fearless Leader likes my Firefly t-shirts. We talk blogs, books, movies, and dating.
Info-Man and me talk Huskers and recommendations.
John Boy teaches me all about comics, I'm learning people.
Mentor tells me all about the joys of working with teens, and shows me the ropes to talking over teen programs.
The Reference Queen always checks in to make sure I know how to do things, aka processes that I wasn't exactly trained to do but am still doing them because no one else is.
Queen of the Known Universe always makes me laugh, we talk Criminal Minds, Big Bang Theory, and crazy people.
Super Librarian Status always gives me good philosophies for life, such as "it's not possible to drink all the liquor in town, i've tried it."
Big Brother always watches out for creepers staring at me and gives me excuses to leave the desk when one approaches.
Girlscout and I talk derby, food, library everything and somehow she's always hard at work in the staff room whenever I go in there.
Superwoman is always watching out for me, period.
The New Guy and I joke about anything that's going on at the time.
The New Girl seems to always ask me questions about processes instead of other people, I'm flattered.
Cabin Fever who I joke with about writing a book about life experiences entitled "What Was I Thinking: The Hindsight Bias" and told me to tell creepers I talk to snakes so they're scared away.
The Aides and myself always joke around and talk about starting an Aides Union - as I used to be one and now I'm an advocate.
So yes, I do like my new coworkers. But I miss the old ones as well.
Sensei who I talked The Closer, Criminal Minds, NCIS, really any TV show.
Glee-Loving Boss who calls me to tell me that Temperature Tuesdays have started at Runza.
Queen of Awesome who lets me hold Maximus Awesomus, aka the Spawn of Awesome. And goes out for sushi and drinks.
Joe Studley who I can talk to about anything, and who does impressions just to cheer me up.
Space Cadet who's always teasing me about cooking. We talk about my tech-nerd-ness and her no-tech-ness. And occasionally yell out "you want an e-reader!" for no reason.
Trainee who I actually occasionally get to see since she's doing now what I was doing before, except I was an aide at the home branch and an LSA at the work branch. She's that in reverse. We talk sports, life, crazy people, etc.
Yes, I like my coworkers. All of them. That's why it's hard to leave. That's why I don't plan on leaving anytime soon.
I'm actually looking forward to inservice day so I get to jam with everyone at the same time.
What was I talking about before this whole rambling things got started?
Oh right.
Today.
I think we're finally off vacation-mode since we're fully functional.
Or seem to be.
Today was just weird reference-wise, I had this phone call asking for an address and everywhere I looked gave me different information. At first the addresses were different, then the middle initials were different, then the phone numbers were different, then she wanted to talk to someone else cause apparently I wasn't helpful. Though she didn't say that, she just said is there anyone else there. Info-man to the rescue. He told her the same things that I did and she listened to him!! Seriously? Then she called back!
Anyway, aside from that I rocked it. Though technically I rocked that since he just said the same things that I said. Maybe I need to sound more experienced. Or authoritative. Or something. Distinguished.
I'll work on that.
In the meantime,
"Moves Like Jagger" Maroon 5 feat. Christina Aguilera
dig it. my niece - the youngest one, she's like two - sings this. "got the moves like jagger, got the moves like jagger, got the moves like jagger..." i taped it and put it as my ringtone. hilarious.
We'll see if I'll still have moves like Jagger tomorrow.
Here's the Red Green philosophy for the day:
The faster you go the more you miss. As you get older you're gonna realize that we're all pretty much heading for a brick wall. The question is, how hard do you wanna hit it?
OUT!
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Happy Christmas, War is Over
Today was pretty much a rollercoaster ride.
It was an early morning, in an extremely overheated computer lab, so I felt sick and like I was going to pass out for a good chunk of the day. After lunch I was okay, just nervous for this afternoon.
This afternoon I met up with my uncle to talk about insurance stuff. Turns out, wasn't as hard as I'd thought it would be. And apparently, our insurance is awesome. This coming from an insurance man. So he would know. And he was fantastic, I went in clueless and he explained everything in words that I could actually understand. It's like a weight off my mind.
All I have to do is fill in the rest of the paperwork and I'm gold, huzzah!
I've started saying that a lot lately. It's either "do this and you're gold" or "you're golden". No idea why I'm bringing it back, I haven't said it since college. Maybe it's that gold star thing in my head again. In one of my sociology classes we had this assignment, it was in the syllabus but the professor had never brought it up in class. When we showed up that day, she asked if any of us had done it. I raised my hand, along with a select few and her response was, "Stars! Golden stars!" and that was it, we moved on. I think it was like a 2 page paper so it wasn't a big deal, but still. Amusing.
Apparently when I say things like that it makes me sound smart. I'm not smart. Well, I mean, not like genius smart, though a certain person claims to think I am just because I had/have a high GPA. But see, once you're in college and you're taking the upper level courses you know what you're doing and you know what the professors want so if you're able to BS - which is basically what English majors do for a living - then you're golden.
It's like Sensei once said, she wouldn't respect me if I couldn't ramble for a page.
Speaking of gold stars, I totally dropped my nametag three times on the way to work this morning, and of course that only happens when there are puddles everywhere. Didn't even realize the third time until Cabin Fever brought it to me during our computer training seminar thing.
So that was pretty much my day, got to talk to Grams for a while which was cool. She's always excited when I go and visit, and I get to see her again soon because our family pitch tournament is on the 23rd, woohoo! I'm picking her up and driving her over because the Cool Aunt has way too much on her plate for that night. AND though she rarely asks for help, she did in this case so I'm TAKING the invitation and RUNNING with it!
It's like trying to pay for food with my family. It's war. I paid for sushi last time, I was sneaky and left my debit card on the table for easy access when she brought the check. This time I don't even get the option because in the invite e-mail she specifically says she's buying and I have no choice in that matter. Geez. Flashbacks to when I was living with Grams. The two of them, when the check came, man they were devious. Plus, you throw in my mother along with them? It was highly amusing, and at that time in life I was broke so I went with it.
Alright, the countdown has began, and now that that whole alphabet fiasco or fun-tastic (or whatever you want to call it) is over, I figured I'd treat you guys to some excellent Christmas music. None of that crappy overplayed stuff...okay, well some, but these are the versions that aren't as crappy as the crappy ones that are constantly playing over and over. Not that classics are crappy. Cause, I mean, they're not. If they were total crap then they wouldn't be playing. And then they wouldn't be classics. And then I wouldn't know them. I'm getting rambly again, make it stop.
Okay, nutshell, Christmas Music until Christmas Day that isn't crap.
How's that? I'll call it:
Non-crappy Christmas Music: Day One.
That title is likely to change by Day Two.
Here we go.
Pat a Pan - Mannheim Steamroller
Nebraska Band of awesomeness. I grew up listening to their Christmas CD's on repeat around the holidays. This was my favorite, though it makes me sad every time. It's amazing how much emotion you can convey in a song with no words.
Auld Lange Syne - The Lonesome Travelers
yes i'm aware it's 2011. go with it. only video i could find of this version. it's fantastic if you take the time to listen to it. i could never play like that, ever.
Happy Christmas (War is Over) - Maroon 5
my sister is obsessive over this band, and now I understand why. they're fantastic. i had to buy a bunch of their stuff off itunes, i'm totally hooked.
I figured with this one it was good timing.
President Obama's Speech from CNN.com
"You have lived through the fires of war, and you will be remembered for it, and honored for it - always." -Obama 2011
It was an early morning, in an extremely overheated computer lab, so I felt sick and like I was going to pass out for a good chunk of the day. After lunch I was okay, just nervous for this afternoon.
This afternoon I met up with my uncle to talk about insurance stuff. Turns out, wasn't as hard as I'd thought it would be. And apparently, our insurance is awesome. This coming from an insurance man. So he would know. And he was fantastic, I went in clueless and he explained everything in words that I could actually understand. It's like a weight off my mind.
All I have to do is fill in the rest of the paperwork and I'm gold, huzzah!
I've started saying that a lot lately. It's either "do this and you're gold" or "you're golden". No idea why I'm bringing it back, I haven't said it since college. Maybe it's that gold star thing in my head again. In one of my sociology classes we had this assignment, it was in the syllabus but the professor had never brought it up in class. When we showed up that day, she asked if any of us had done it. I raised my hand, along with a select few and her response was, "Stars! Golden stars!" and that was it, we moved on. I think it was like a 2 page paper so it wasn't a big deal, but still. Amusing.
Apparently when I say things like that it makes me sound smart. I'm not smart. Well, I mean, not like genius smart, though a certain person claims to think I am just because I had/have a high GPA. But see, once you're in college and you're taking the upper level courses you know what you're doing and you know what the professors want so if you're able to BS - which is basically what English majors do for a living - then you're golden.
It's like Sensei once said, she wouldn't respect me if I couldn't ramble for a page.
Speaking of gold stars, I totally dropped my nametag three times on the way to work this morning, and of course that only happens when there are puddles everywhere. Didn't even realize the third time until Cabin Fever brought it to me during our computer training seminar thing.
So that was pretty much my day, got to talk to Grams for a while which was cool. She's always excited when I go and visit, and I get to see her again soon because our family pitch tournament is on the 23rd, woohoo! I'm picking her up and driving her over because the Cool Aunt has way too much on her plate for that night. AND though she rarely asks for help, she did in this case so I'm TAKING the invitation and RUNNING with it!
It's like trying to pay for food with my family. It's war. I paid for sushi last time, I was sneaky and left my debit card on the table for easy access when she brought the check. This time I don't even get the option because in the invite e-mail she specifically says she's buying and I have no choice in that matter. Geez. Flashbacks to when I was living with Grams. The two of them, when the check came, man they were devious. Plus, you throw in my mother along with them? It was highly amusing, and at that time in life I was broke so I went with it.
Alright, the countdown has began, and now that that whole alphabet fiasco or fun-tastic (or whatever you want to call it) is over, I figured I'd treat you guys to some excellent Christmas music. None of that crappy overplayed stuff...okay, well some, but these are the versions that aren't as crappy as the crappy ones that are constantly playing over and over. Not that classics are crappy. Cause, I mean, they're not. If they were total crap then they wouldn't be playing. And then they wouldn't be classics. And then I wouldn't know them. I'm getting rambly again, make it stop.
Okay, nutshell, Christmas Music until Christmas Day that isn't crap.
How's that? I'll call it:
Non-crappy Christmas Music: Day One.
That title is likely to change by Day Two.
Here we go.
Pat a Pan - Mannheim Steamroller
Nebraska Band of awesomeness. I grew up listening to their Christmas CD's on repeat around the holidays. This was my favorite, though it makes me sad every time. It's amazing how much emotion you can convey in a song with no words.
Auld Lange Syne - The Lonesome Travelers
yes i'm aware it's 2011. go with it. only video i could find of this version. it's fantastic if you take the time to listen to it. i could never play like that, ever.
Happy Christmas (War is Over) - Maroon 5
my sister is obsessive over this band, and now I understand why. they're fantastic. i had to buy a bunch of their stuff off itunes, i'm totally hooked.
I figured with this one it was good timing.
President Obama's Speech from CNN.com
"You have lived through the fires of war, and you will be remembered for it, and honored for it - always." -Obama 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
"I've been cheated, been mistreated, when will I be loved?"
Surprise visits from two supervisors today both claiming to check out the relatively new paint job. One - who shall be known as the "Master Chef" (I have no idea about her culinary talents but right before they offered me the permanent job she asked if I was ready to join the Master Chef Challenge. I asked if they brought fire extinguishers. Then they gave me the job instead) - the other who I refer to as Cabin Fever. Because she gets Cabin Fever when she spends too much time in her office and comes to help at the desk. She's also the one who told me to say I "worship snakes" when asked out by a creeper or get annoyed with telemarketers.
Both were amusing as always. One actually did check out the paint job, the other and myself thought about moving the Young Adult area as it's quickly running out of space and no one knows it exists. But where would you move it to really? That's why I'm excited for my blueprint grad school assignment.
I actually enjoyed today a lot, despite the mass amount of stress brought on by certain patrons. But it's just the usual really - patron upset about holds so I spent hours on the phone and looking for a missing book, and of course the jam-handed children running and messing with everything. The joys of the library. For some reason I keep coming back. But I enjoy it.
If there was no conflict or stress then the job would be boring and that's not what I'm looking for in life. I enjoy the variety of people and problems that come across my desk. Keeps me on my toes. The joys of public service.
Speaking of joys, have I mentioned how much I love working with my trainee? I haven't thought up a suitable nickname yet, but she's fantastic. Catches on quickly but asks when she needs something. Plus she's highly amusing and we get along well.
I feel special, they trust me alone with a trainee. For a whole day. Until Superwoman shows up to cover for me going to lunch. If you call 4-5 lunch. Supper? or do you say "Dinner"? In our house it was always Dinner at noon and Supper at night. There was no such thing as lunch. "Lunch" started when I went to a dorm high school when it was on a physical schedule. I should move on before I start talking about projects from college about language and linguistics.
That was pretty much my day. Other than coming home to watch NCIS. Oh my god, you know when you're watching something and you recognize the character's voice but their face is completely different? Duuuude. Guest-starring Charlie's freaking Angel herself, Cheryl Ladd. Although I didn't know that at first, I just picked up on it when she was hitting on Ducky and there was something about her voice. Yelled out "Kris Munroe!" when I figured it out - just adds to my neighbors probable on-going tally on my crazy sudden outbursts about completely random things. But she looks soooo different. But it's not like plastic surgery different. She's got a few years difference between now and the 70's plus brown hair. That's what threw me off.
Not that I should put much stock in hair color, I mean, look who's talking really. I don't even remember my natural color. We attempted to dye it back senior year of high school when I did "Arsenic and Old Lace" yeah, took forever and didn't last long. I was back to red as soon as the play was over.
Overall I'd give the episode a 7/10 purely because of Charlie's freakin' Angel. She was really the only thing I'll take away from it. I was hoping for a more Halloween theme - they usually have some good ones, have you seen "Murder 2.0" from season six? Duuuude, attempted to watch that at night in the dark once and couldn't do it. Still can't. AND I KNOW WHO DID IT!
Alright, that's enough of my ramblings for the night. Thank you for putting up with them night after night. Afterall, it's almost been a year now. Wow. Should probably do something to celebrate that, huh?
Throwback Tuesday
"Bye Bye Love" Everly Brothers
"When Will I Be Loved" The Everly Brothers
OUT!
Both were amusing as always. One actually did check out the paint job, the other and myself thought about moving the Young Adult area as it's quickly running out of space and no one knows it exists. But where would you move it to really? That's why I'm excited for my blueprint grad school assignment.
I actually enjoyed today a lot, despite the mass amount of stress brought on by certain patrons. But it's just the usual really - patron upset about holds so I spent hours on the phone and looking for a missing book, and of course the jam-handed children running and messing with everything. The joys of the library. For some reason I keep coming back. But I enjoy it.
If there was no conflict or stress then the job would be boring and that's not what I'm looking for in life. I enjoy the variety of people and problems that come across my desk. Keeps me on my toes. The joys of public service.
Speaking of joys, have I mentioned how much I love working with my trainee? I haven't thought up a suitable nickname yet, but she's fantastic. Catches on quickly but asks when she needs something. Plus she's highly amusing and we get along well.
I feel special, they trust me alone with a trainee. For a whole day. Until Superwoman shows up to cover for me going to lunch. If you call 4-5 lunch. Supper? or do you say "Dinner"? In our house it was always Dinner at noon and Supper at night. There was no such thing as lunch. "Lunch" started when I went to a dorm high school when it was on a physical schedule. I should move on before I start talking about projects from college about language and linguistics.
That was pretty much my day. Other than coming home to watch NCIS. Oh my god, you know when you're watching something and you recognize the character's voice but their face is completely different? Duuuude. Guest-starring Charlie's freaking Angel herself, Cheryl Ladd. Although I didn't know that at first, I just picked up on it when she was hitting on Ducky and there was something about her voice. Yelled out "Kris Munroe!" when I figured it out - just adds to my neighbors probable on-going tally on my crazy sudden outbursts about completely random things. But she looks soooo different. But it's not like plastic surgery different. She's got a few years difference between now and the 70's plus brown hair. That's what threw me off.
Not that I should put much stock in hair color, I mean, look who's talking really. I don't even remember my natural color. We attempted to dye it back senior year of high school when I did "Arsenic and Old Lace" yeah, took forever and didn't last long. I was back to red as soon as the play was over.
Overall I'd give the episode a 7/10 purely because of Charlie's freakin' Angel. She was really the only thing I'll take away from it. I was hoping for a more Halloween theme - they usually have some good ones, have you seen "Murder 2.0" from season six? Duuuude, attempted to watch that at night in the dark once and couldn't do it. Still can't. AND I KNOW WHO DID IT!
Alright, that's enough of my ramblings for the night. Thank you for putting up with them night after night. Afterall, it's almost been a year now. Wow. Should probably do something to celebrate that, huh?
Throwback Tuesday
"Bye Bye Love" Everly Brothers
"When Will I Be Loved" The Everly Brothers
OUT!
Friday, April 22, 2011
Until staying's worse than leaving.
I got an "lol" from Superwoman today. Brings me back to my MSN days. BRB...I'm not actually going anywhere but neither is this conversation.
Sunny Sweeney - "Staying's Worse Then Leaving"
Not as good live, but it's fantastic recorded. and free this week on itunes if you're interested.
Newton Faulkner - "Gone in the Morning"
Sister recommendation - it's from Morning Glory. knew I'd heard it before. And an awesome video!
So, hypothetically, if I were in need of a pen name, what do you think would be a good one?
Okay, I'm going to try and get through all 10 DVDs I have checked out this weekend so I can return them all Monday. It's a goal. It won't happen, but it's a goal.
Sunny Sweeney - "Staying's Worse Then Leaving"
Not as good live, but it's fantastic recorded. and free this week on itunes if you're interested.
Newton Faulkner - "Gone in the Morning"
Sister recommendation - it's from Morning Glory. knew I'd heard it before. And an awesome video!
So, hypothetically, if I were in need of a pen name, what do you think would be a good one?
Okay, I'm going to try and get through all 10 DVDs I have checked out this weekend so I can return them all Monday. It's a goal. It won't happen, but it's a goal.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
You're everything that everybody warned about...
How to describe the past 60 hours. Wait, how long ago was 3PM Thursday? I'm bad at math. I think it's around 60. Or maybe not, I'm too tired to count. Okay, how to describe approximately the past 60 hours...
I met a guy. I thought he was sane. We went out. And it turns out he's not. Actually he is. I think. Maybe it's me that's crazy. But since when does playing darts at a bar suddenly put you in a serious relationship? I'm still totally lost. I met him at 3. He asked me out at 4. My coworkers said don't do it, he's bad news bears at 5. We met up at 6. He started referring to himself as my boyfriend at like 9. Seriously?
We hung out and all that then he calls me like all day Friday even though I was at work so I couldn't answer and totally freaked out on me when I spent my night doing homework instead of seeing him again. But it was due at midnight! So then he wanted to hang out today but I already had plans aka class and going to the farm. Then stuff happened with him so he called me like 30 times before 10AM. I'm just still totally confused. Anyway, everyone I've talked to says to run for the hills and don't be nice about it. Which is really hard for me because I'm kind of a nice person. Well, not according to the BFF, she knows the real cynical and sarcastic me. But anyway, he's a nice guy and just because he has a past doesn't mean that it's going to like...I don't know where I'm going with this.
Anyway, the point is I'm single again. Or trying to be. But I don't think it's working. Cause I'm ending it over the phone. (I've known him like 60 hours, am I actually required to do this live? I was never good at that either.) The second sister won't let me see him anymore. I'm actually kind of fond of her "Intercom Breakup" theory. Like if he mysteriously shows up at your door you just do it over the intercom instead of letting him in. I think it could soon be all the rage - like the next major breakup trend.
Back to the whole phone thing, yeah, all we do is argue. He questions me about everything I say. We have nothing in common. We're kinda polar opposites actually. Scratch that, we are polar opposites and my family wouldn't approve. So no, my mother doesn't know, and no you can't tell her.
So I told him that all we do is argue and we don't have anything in common and my family wouldn't approve and that all these things are important to me so we couldn't work because we weren't working and yeah, guess what. We argued. More. So I hung up cause I was tired of it. He called 8 times before I could turn my phone off.
Apparently I'm it for him and he's like ready to settle down and ugh he said all this cheesy crap about how he was waiting for the right person and that all the waiting was worth it because he met me or something like that. It made me want to vomit. Literally. He makes me sick. Maybe I should tell him that next time he calls. But no, all the stress and frustration is literally making me sick. And giving my friends/family/coworkers anxiety. Monday is gonna be fun. Because I met him at work. And he knows I'll be there. Ugh. Guard!
And no, I'm not forgetting about the religious fortune teller's prediction about me finding my mate in the next few weeks - and neither are my coworkers. I'm taking a lot of crap for this. Taking a step back it is kind of amusing. Cabin Fever is going back to the "tell him you worship snakes" theory mentioned here My Life in Closed Captions: The girl with the captivating eyes + sick day + fi... Which basically scares away telemarketers, religious fanatics and creepy looking stalkers. I'm hoping.
Irony about reposting that link is that I've had quotes from Gilmore Girls floating around in my head since I met him and also that was about my first class and today was my last class. Which was good by the way. Kinda sad actually, I was just starting to get to know those people. And I was very TA today which was funny. The Prof had to kind of leave early so I helped out with evaluations and all that. I'll post the Goddess-isms tomorrow when I have my notebook.
"Like stop eating the paste kind of special?" The Gilmore Girls thing lately was about Paris going on a date. I actually love Paris's character. Now. In the beginning she was kind of a B word. I'm starting to censor myself again as camp is coming up soon, not to mention I work in a library filled with children. Anyway, she goes on this date with this guy named Jamie and people are like shocked. Which is kind of like me. Cause I don't really have time to date anymore. Cause I'm a workaholic. I love my work and I love my job and I love my coworkers. Plus camp is coming up, plus we're having play practice all the time, plus there's been family stuff, plus plus plus...blah. Anyway, I don't really date. Not that I've really dated dated since like college. And I don't think that counted. Which is more of a long story. What was I talking about? PARIS! Right, anyway, sorry it's past midnight I get rambly. Shutup Amber, I know you're thinking she's like this no matter the time.
Anyway, Paris has this line -
"I can instantly deduce that when someone hears the name 'Paris' in the same sentence with the word 'date,' jaws will drop, confused looks will cover faces, words like 'how' and 'why' and 'Quick, Bob, get the children in the minivan because the world is obviously coming to an end.' will immediately fly out of people's mouths."
Very similar to me. And it's just so nice because it ties back to the whole fortune teller thing with the end of the world. But that's just one of my many favorite quotes from that episode.
Now I'm feeling more like:
Paris: What if I fall for him but he doesn't like me?
Rory: You'll find someone else.
Paris: What if there is no one else?
Rory: Then you'll get some cats.
But I'm not falling. I've found it's physically impossible to fall for someone when you're still hung up on your ex.
Song for the past few days:
Lily Allen's "Knock 'em Out" one of my favorites, although all of hers are fantastic.
"Try desperately to think of the politest way to say - uhhhh..."
Another fun quote from that episode -
Paris: Get in the closet.
Rory: What? You're crazy.
Paris: If there's no one to compare me to, I might have a fighting chance.
Rory: When we get home, get a new therapist because the one you have isn't working.
Okay, that was a lot. But I have been gone for a while. Tomorrow means long day, but it'll be relaxing. So I guess it's not really long. Why do people say long day when every day is the same length? I'm gonna go to sleep now before I turn even more philosophical over cliches. That happens a lot when I'm half asleep. Also, words like "fork" "spoon" and "Doug" seem a lot funnier past 2AM.
I'm gonna go now. More tomorrow. Or later today. Yeah. Out.
I met a guy. I thought he was sane. We went out. And it turns out he's not. Actually he is. I think. Maybe it's me that's crazy. But since when does playing darts at a bar suddenly put you in a serious relationship? I'm still totally lost. I met him at 3. He asked me out at 4. My coworkers said don't do it, he's bad news bears at 5. We met up at 6. He started referring to himself as my boyfriend at like 9. Seriously?
We hung out and all that then he calls me like all day Friday even though I was at work so I couldn't answer and totally freaked out on me when I spent my night doing homework instead of seeing him again. But it was due at midnight! So then he wanted to hang out today but I already had plans aka class and going to the farm. Then stuff happened with him so he called me like 30 times before 10AM. I'm just still totally confused. Anyway, everyone I've talked to says to run for the hills and don't be nice about it. Which is really hard for me because I'm kind of a nice person. Well, not according to the BFF, she knows the real cynical and sarcastic me. But anyway, he's a nice guy and just because he has a past doesn't mean that it's going to like...I don't know where I'm going with this.
Anyway, the point is I'm single again. Or trying to be. But I don't think it's working. Cause I'm ending it over the phone. (I've known him like 60 hours, am I actually required to do this live? I was never good at that either.) The second sister won't let me see him anymore. I'm actually kind of fond of her "Intercom Breakup" theory. Like if he mysteriously shows up at your door you just do it over the intercom instead of letting him in. I think it could soon be all the rage - like the next major breakup trend.
Back to the whole phone thing, yeah, all we do is argue. He questions me about everything I say. We have nothing in common. We're kinda polar opposites actually. Scratch that, we are polar opposites and my family wouldn't approve. So no, my mother doesn't know, and no you can't tell her.
So I told him that all we do is argue and we don't have anything in common and my family wouldn't approve and that all these things are important to me so we couldn't work because we weren't working and yeah, guess what. We argued. More. So I hung up cause I was tired of it. He called 8 times before I could turn my phone off.
Apparently I'm it for him and he's like ready to settle down and ugh he said all this cheesy crap about how he was waiting for the right person and that all the waiting was worth it because he met me or something like that. It made me want to vomit. Literally. He makes me sick. Maybe I should tell him that next time he calls. But no, all the stress and frustration is literally making me sick. And giving my friends/family/coworkers anxiety. Monday is gonna be fun. Because I met him at work. And he knows I'll be there. Ugh. Guard!
And no, I'm not forgetting about the religious fortune teller's prediction about me finding my mate in the next few weeks - and neither are my coworkers. I'm taking a lot of crap for this. Taking a step back it is kind of amusing. Cabin Fever is going back to the "tell him you worship snakes" theory mentioned here My Life in Closed Captions: The girl with the captivating eyes + sick day + fi... Which basically scares away telemarketers, religious fanatics and creepy looking stalkers. I'm hoping.
Irony about reposting that link is that I've had quotes from Gilmore Girls floating around in my head since I met him and also that was about my first class and today was my last class. Which was good by the way. Kinda sad actually, I was just starting to get to know those people. And I was very TA today which was funny. The Prof had to kind of leave early so I helped out with evaluations and all that. I'll post the Goddess-isms tomorrow when I have my notebook.
"Like stop eating the paste kind of special?" The Gilmore Girls thing lately was about Paris going on a date. I actually love Paris's character. Now. In the beginning she was kind of a B word. I'm starting to censor myself again as camp is coming up soon, not to mention I work in a library filled with children. Anyway, she goes on this date with this guy named Jamie and people are like shocked. Which is kind of like me. Cause I don't really have time to date anymore. Cause I'm a workaholic. I love my work and I love my job and I love my coworkers. Plus camp is coming up, plus we're having play practice all the time, plus there's been family stuff, plus plus plus...blah. Anyway, I don't really date. Not that I've really dated dated since like college. And I don't think that counted. Which is more of a long story. What was I talking about? PARIS! Right, anyway, sorry it's past midnight I get rambly. Shutup Amber, I know you're thinking she's like this no matter the time.
Anyway, Paris has this line -
"I can instantly deduce that when someone hears the name 'Paris' in the same sentence with the word 'date,' jaws will drop, confused looks will cover faces, words like 'how' and 'why' and 'Quick, Bob, get the children in the minivan because the world is obviously coming to an end.' will immediately fly out of people's mouths."
Very similar to me. And it's just so nice because it ties back to the whole fortune teller thing with the end of the world. But that's just one of my many favorite quotes from that episode.
Now I'm feeling more like:
Paris: What if I fall for him but he doesn't like me?
Rory: You'll find someone else.
Paris: What if there is no one else?
Rory: Then you'll get some cats.
But I'm not falling. I've found it's physically impossible to fall for someone when you're still hung up on your ex.
Song for the past few days:
Lily Allen's "Knock 'em Out" one of my favorites, although all of hers are fantastic.
"Try desperately to think of the politest way to say - uhhhh..."
Another fun quote from that episode -
Paris: Get in the closet.
Rory: What? You're crazy.
Paris: If there's no one to compare me to, I might have a fighting chance.
Rory: When we get home, get a new therapist because the one you have isn't working.
Okay, that was a lot. But I have been gone for a while. Tomorrow means long day, but it'll be relaxing. So I guess it's not really long. Why do people say long day when every day is the same length? I'm gonna go to sleep now before I turn even more philosophical over cliches. That happens a lot when I'm half asleep. Also, words like "fork" "spoon" and "Doug" seem a lot funnier past 2AM.
I'm gonna go now. More tomorrow. Or later today. Yeah. Out.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Do the Bookdrop!
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo doo,
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo doo.
It's catchy in the morning when you have to get the bookdrop but gets really annoying around mid-afternoon when it's stuck in your head and everyone thinks you're singing 'the hustle' then laughs when you tell them your lyrics.
Time: 7:55 PM
Location: Couch
Music: Hey Soul Sister - Glee version
Attitude: Conflicted, too many things to post, will have to condense
Yesterday was 9-5, (yes Sarah I did sing Dolly Parton just for you,) then pizza with Grandma (the 25-year-old coworker that calls me 'youngun') and watching some Burn Notice with the Wordsmith.
It was funny because I still don't know where anything in town is so I asked.
"How do you get there?"
"You go out the door. You turn right. Then turn right again. Or get in your car and drive half a block."
Thanks for the sarcastic directions Cabin Fever...And the recommendation Girlscout, the pizza there was excellent! Huge slices.
So we saw the King's Speech which totally deserves all 12 of those Oscar nominations btw, Now we're just debating what movie to see next. Black Swan looks interesting. Superwoman gave it the thumbs up. I like Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis so it's a possibility. Grandma was like, "they say it's a psychological thriller. I want to know what that means in the context of ballerinas." I guess we will have to see.
Burn Notice is getting better and better as I go along. Fiona and Sam are hysterical.
Today was 9-6. This morning was fun. There is like no room in the picture book section so Space Cadet and I went through and shifted. Oh man. Sent 56 books to bindery and there's still no room.
It's sad. At some point today I lost my quote. I carry or carried around a quote from F. Scott Fitzgerald in my back pocket for about a year now, wait, ya more than year. But I lost it somewhere between libraries. So hopefully, now somebody else is being inspired by his words. So, I wrote it out again - different paper, same words. Will it have the same effect? We will see.
Tomorrow means 9-12 then homework. I've read some of the textbook, tomorrow I gotta read a few more chapters and upload my notes. Should be interesting.
Now I'm watching Winter Wipeout. I love Wipeout, it's fantastic. My Grams and I watched it when it first came out and I've stuck with it ever since. Too funny. The commentary is excellent and the contestants, oh man. I love it when they get cocky then get smacked in the face by the big balls. I think this guy is about to cry. I'm saddened that the only girl to make it to the final showdown didn't win. But she did beat that cocky sign language interpreter so it's okay.
BTW - just so you know, thinking that the ground is pretty when it's sparkly doesn't make your immune to falling on it.
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo doo.
It's catchy in the morning when you have to get the bookdrop but gets really annoying around mid-afternoon when it's stuck in your head and everyone thinks you're singing 'the hustle' then laughs when you tell them your lyrics.
Time: 7:55 PM
Location: Couch
Music: Hey Soul Sister - Glee version
Attitude: Conflicted, too many things to post, will have to condense
Yesterday was 9-5, (yes Sarah I did sing Dolly Parton just for you,) then pizza with Grandma (the 25-year-old coworker that calls me 'youngun') and watching some Burn Notice with the Wordsmith.
It was funny because I still don't know where anything in town is so I asked.
"How do you get there?"
"You go out the door. You turn right. Then turn right again. Or get in your car and drive half a block."
Thanks for the sarcastic directions Cabin Fever...And the recommendation Girlscout, the pizza there was excellent! Huge slices.
So we saw the King's Speech which totally deserves all 12 of those Oscar nominations btw, Now we're just debating what movie to see next. Black Swan looks interesting. Superwoman gave it the thumbs up. I like Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis so it's a possibility. Grandma was like, "they say it's a psychological thriller. I want to know what that means in the context of ballerinas." I guess we will have to see.
Burn Notice is getting better and better as I go along. Fiona and Sam are hysterical.
Today was 9-6. This morning was fun. There is like no room in the picture book section so Space Cadet and I went through and shifted. Oh man. Sent 56 books to bindery and there's still no room.
It's sad. At some point today I lost my quote. I carry or carried around a quote from F. Scott Fitzgerald in my back pocket for about a year now, wait, ya more than year. But I lost it somewhere between libraries. So hopefully, now somebody else is being inspired by his words. So, I wrote it out again - different paper, same words. Will it have the same effect? We will see.
Tomorrow means 9-12 then homework. I've read some of the textbook, tomorrow I gotta read a few more chapters and upload my notes. Should be interesting.
Now I'm watching Winter Wipeout. I love Wipeout, it's fantastic. My Grams and I watched it when it first came out and I've stuck with it ever since. Too funny. The commentary is excellent and the contestants, oh man. I love it when they get cocky then get smacked in the face by the big balls. I think this guy is about to cry. I'm saddened that the only girl to make it to the final showdown didn't win. But she did beat that cocky sign language interpreter so it's okay.
BTW - just so you know, thinking that the ground is pretty when it's sparkly doesn't make your immune to falling on it.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
The girl with the captivating eyes + sick day + first class = very tired
Okay, so flashback to three days ago. Working at both branches, feeling light-headed, but still staying on my feet. I don't think I've laughed so loud at the desk in a very long time. Long story short - too late - I wear the same jewelry everyday. 8 rings, 3 necklaces, same order, every day. And have worn the same jewelry since like May when I started working there. My favorite patron comes in, we talk everyday, and he says, "I like those rings. Are they new?" Um no. I wear them everyday. He didn't believe me so I had to ask my work friends to confirm. Yes, I do. He like freaked out, it was hysterical. "You wear those every day?!" Then something about usually being very visual so I made a crack about him being the only guy who looks into my eyes. "They must be very captivating." And my coworker, one of my favorites I shall call her "Cabin Fever" because she gets cabin fever and comes to work with us at the desk when she's tired of her office. Anyway, Cabin Fever appears out of nowhere and says, "That's what I tell everyone, you know the girl at _____ with the captivating eyes?"
Then, adding more to the already long story, Cabin Fever and I are talking again later about guys hitting on us and back to the captivating eyes thing so I shouted, "What's repulsive about me?" so that I could exaggerate the repulsiveness and they would leave me alone and my supervisor, who has perfect timing, shows up and says, "Is someone having a bad day?" So Cabin Fever says, "Just tell him you worship snakes. It always works for me." I died. on the spot. and laughed so loud all the patrons looked over. but wouldn't you?
Okay, so after work I came home to crash and burn.
Next day, aka Friday, aka yesterday, I woke up with a headache, a sore throat, nausea, and just a general deadness to me so I had to call in sick. I think whatever wiped everybody out a few weeks ago finally caught up with me. Apparently it can take 20 days for it to develop, Thank you Dr. Oz. Anyway, I tried going back to sleep but of course couldn't because when I wasn't too hot I was freezing, like freezing and I turned the heat way up so then I was burning up and I felt nauseous so I basically laid on the couch all day eating ice cream - it was the only thing that didn't make my throat wanna yell at me - and watching Warehouse 13. Again. Which reminds me I need to renew it. Call me obsessive, but it's funny. And um, cliffhanger! I gotta find season 2, They're on season 3 on tv, season two's gotta be out there somewhere, right? But I was so exhausted I didn't even have the energy to blog. And that's saying something!
Okay, then flashforward to today, wake up, drive to Omaha for class without getting lost - shocker, thanks to my cool aunt - go to bootcamp where I learn how to check email, log on to library resources and all that jazz. Head to the lounge to entertain myself for an hour (writing mostly, hooray for sketch and edit, they always keep me amused) then go to class. Everyone in there is freaking brilliant, but I was the only one who got a hug from the prof. Props to fun times meeting up for coffee, again thanks to my cool aunt and my awesome Superwoman boss. I felt special - not like stop eating the paste kind of special but actually special, that's the 3rd time today I've gotten to use that reference. But anyway, they are all brilliant and I felt like I was only there for comic relief. It was intense. I mean, the assignments look like they won't be too hard, some even look fun, but like the discussions and stuff were super above my head. I felt kind of like an idiot so I kept my mouth shut for most of the class. Even though she kept using me as an example, which was amusing on so many levels mostly because she made me sound super smart, ha! But the people are nice, it was cool getting to meet them, especially other librarians, that was fun. And I love my prof. She's fantastic. As always. And I actually did enjoy it so I look forward to next month's class. Even though it is on my birthday.
So, now I'm back. I didn't get lost - for very long anyway - I ate lunch at 6 - should have brought food but didn't cause was nauseous and light-headed. Maybe that's why people were so over my head. But, tomorrow is only 3 hours of work then Monday we're closed so I should have plenty of time to catch up on my sleep and look at least halfway normal.
In the meantime I've been immensely enjoying Lily Allen's music and Avril's latest single cracks me up. I was singing along with it this morning to help stay awake.
And now I'm out for the night. Finish Nanny season 2 so I can turn it back in and pick up How I Met Your Mother. I've always been curious about how that show began so I requested the first season. Hooray for library holds. Except when you have to do the lists in the morning and there are like 8 paperbacks. We don't organize paperbacks by alphabet, we group them by genre and throw them in a display. Totally not cool when you're a space cadet and are waiting for your caffeine rush to kick in.
Anybody get the paste reference? Hit me with it if you do.
Then, adding more to the already long story, Cabin Fever and I are talking again later about guys hitting on us and back to the captivating eyes thing so I shouted, "What's repulsive about me?" so that I could exaggerate the repulsiveness and they would leave me alone and my supervisor, who has perfect timing, shows up and says, "Is someone having a bad day?" So Cabin Fever says, "Just tell him you worship snakes. It always works for me." I died. on the spot. and laughed so loud all the patrons looked over. but wouldn't you?
Okay, so after work I came home to crash and burn.
Next day, aka Friday, aka yesterday, I woke up with a headache, a sore throat, nausea, and just a general deadness to me so I had to call in sick. I think whatever wiped everybody out a few weeks ago finally caught up with me. Apparently it can take 20 days for it to develop, Thank you Dr. Oz. Anyway, I tried going back to sleep but of course couldn't because when I wasn't too hot I was freezing, like freezing and I turned the heat way up so then I was burning up and I felt nauseous so I basically laid on the couch all day eating ice cream - it was the only thing that didn't make my throat wanna yell at me - and watching Warehouse 13. Again. Which reminds me I need to renew it. Call me obsessive, but it's funny. And um, cliffhanger! I gotta find season 2, They're on season 3 on tv, season two's gotta be out there somewhere, right? But I was so exhausted I didn't even have the energy to blog. And that's saying something!
Okay, then flashforward to today, wake up, drive to Omaha for class without getting lost - shocker, thanks to my cool aunt - go to bootcamp where I learn how to check email, log on to library resources and all that jazz. Head to the lounge to entertain myself for an hour (writing mostly, hooray for sketch and edit, they always keep me amused) then go to class. Everyone in there is freaking brilliant, but I was the only one who got a hug from the prof. Props to fun times meeting up for coffee, again thanks to my cool aunt and my awesome Superwoman boss. I felt special - not like stop eating the paste kind of special but actually special, that's the 3rd time today I've gotten to use that reference. But anyway, they are all brilliant and I felt like I was only there for comic relief. It was intense. I mean, the assignments look like they won't be too hard, some even look fun, but like the discussions and stuff were super above my head. I felt kind of like an idiot so I kept my mouth shut for most of the class. Even though she kept using me as an example, which was amusing on so many levels mostly because she made me sound super smart, ha! But the people are nice, it was cool getting to meet them, especially other librarians, that was fun. And I love my prof. She's fantastic. As always. And I actually did enjoy it so I look forward to next month's class. Even though it is on my birthday.
So, now I'm back. I didn't get lost - for very long anyway - I ate lunch at 6 - should have brought food but didn't cause was nauseous and light-headed. Maybe that's why people were so over my head. But, tomorrow is only 3 hours of work then Monday we're closed so I should have plenty of time to catch up on my sleep and look at least halfway normal.
In the meantime I've been immensely enjoying Lily Allen's music and Avril's latest single cracks me up. I was singing along with it this morning to help stay awake.
And now I'm out for the night. Finish Nanny season 2 so I can turn it back in and pick up How I Met Your Mother. I've always been curious about how that show began so I requested the first season. Hooray for library holds. Except when you have to do the lists in the morning and there are like 8 paperbacks. We don't organize paperbacks by alphabet, we group them by genre and throw them in a display. Totally not cool when you're a space cadet and are waiting for your caffeine rush to kick in.
Anybody get the paste reference? Hit me with it if you do.
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