| 5:41 p.m. | a pig in a cage on antibiotics | 2002-10-29 |
| Reaped | another day, another crisis. but at least they were all minor injustices. the car made it to work w/out exploding. let's hope it behaves the same during the trip to the airport tomorrow. so i get to work and the 'fun' quickly starts. you see, i have issues with the door to my office. as in, it takes me about 5 minutes to open it because the lock is a fucked up louisiana lock and works backward or something. doesn't turn all the way, but instead clicks and if you don't push on the door as it is clicking it won't open. i deal with this everyday and yesterday mentioned to the circ people that its really nice of them to open it for me (which they do sometimes since their phone is in there) b/c it is very frustrating. this was a mistake, since the first thing anyone says to me today is, 'we didn't open the door for you today because the bosslady wanted to see if its broken or just user error'. eventually i got it open, but i guess it was a mistake mentioning how nice it was for them to occasionally do this because now they think i'm a complete retard and expect them to open it everyday. which some will argue i am. to make matters worse, bosslady comes up to me later asking for my office keys to basically test the broken door vs. user error hypothesis. of course, the latter is substantiated: the door opens easily and bosslady gives me this raised eyebrow look like, 'we hired a girl who can't even open the door to her own office.' then i'm at the refdesk, and when i get up to look at the current journals one of the other ref librarians notices and immediately is like, 'whatcha you doing? are you looking for something? do you need something?' which didn't really sit well after the whole office door fiasco b/c i read it as, 'oh lord, i better help her before she burns down the building or shelves something incorrectly.' a nice emasculating start to the day. on the other hand, smoker boy appeared during my break so i had someone to talk to for a bit. a nice lift to the spirits, as he does an excellent bosslady imitation. he wants a girlfriend. unfortunately i can't help him there. though i'm almost tempted since crab ate my lunch last night while i slept. evil evil boy. i should cook him up for supper. so, after a solitary lunch of mashed potatoes i managed to show up late to this pubmed orientation. which didn't help the incompetent image i'm developing w/ surprisingly little effort since i was supposed to introduce the teacher. literally 2 minutes late but they'd already started. librarians are punctual if lacking in tact. then the class ran late, but this was a good thing since by the time i got out of the garage traffic had gone down. so now i'm home, smelling of the car's antifreeze airfreshener, listening to my stomach growl. crab didn't turn off the tv when he left for skool, which kinda pisses me off but at least he's not here asking me what's for dinner. i'm thinking, a big ass bowl of ganja-o's and milk is gonna do it for me. i think tomorrow will be better, though i'm having my doubts as everyday here seems to get a little shittier than the one before. and i keep having these evil breakup fantasies and that can't be good . on the other hand, smokerboy needs a roommate. blah. shouldn't have written that down, now should i? not that it matters, we signed a lease so i'm here til next august anyway. regime changes are hard to adjust to. better to go watch the simpsons and forget about it. |
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