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6:59 p.m. big meanie 2003-01-15

Reaped last night started honestly enough. a quick drive by the atm, stop to pick up sheM, then on to Philips to join the Crab & various other English majors in our national sport of inbibing inebriates. what happened? two hours later we're back at the house, the fridge suddenly stocked with beer & beefeater, a nicely frosted cake on the table, and it's standing room only. someone produces a bowl of supersonic chronic, and suddenly its 2am. i realize that sometime around last year we made friends in this town. a nice feeling, better certainly than the flaming hangover demon that set its digs down in my head early this morning.
but of course, there's things to fix that. green, hairy things.
so then i get to work. pretend to check my email & do work things. people are congregating in my office, whispering conspiratorially. Jen looks like she's gonna bust a nut with the gossip she's got. but really, it's nothing. the electronic resources librarian fucked up. accused people of not doing their job when he's the one that didn't. unfortunatey, the person he accused of being a slacker has worked here for 60 years and is exempt from shit-talking. or something, i'm not sure. but afterwards he got called out by Bosslady's BossLady, via an email she cc-ed to everyone at work, and everyone seemed very smug about it. he's the only male librarian. gets an office on the fourth floor. harbours resentment towards most of the people he's worked with. tends to be a bit sexist & patronizing when explaining computer stuff to women. so perhaps, this is his just desserts. only thing i know, late in the afternoon i've been dragged into a mini-drama concerning him & a certain IP address that didn't authenticate when i went to get a full text article. and somehow, he's managed to shift the blame from himself (the person IN CHARGE of this type of dealie) to me, since i'm the person who indicates on the webpage in what manner the journals are accessed. which defies the logic of internet security, login & IP authentication to the point that whether i script 'full text, internet' or 'full text, library only' somehow effects how everyone can access this journal. that was sarcasm. in reality i was the proverbial messenger. i dunno. i saw the email he wrote to my Bosslady & it seems I'm being called a slacker for this journal not giving us the full text we pay for, even though i have no authority over that type of thing in the least. i'm not even allowed to UPLOAD shit onto the site. so whatever. tomorrow i get to have a conversation about this with Bosslady. although i'm sure 'gentle reminders' will be represented full-force, blame will be re-allotted to him.
i know, this is all hyped up librarian babble. but in the words of eric cartman, 'screw yew, i do what i want'.
and now begins my rant on being "the newest youngest least experienced librarian ever to walk the face of the earth"
I volunteered to make this webpage, right? so i ask for suggestions, right? so we have the meeting, and suddenly everyone forgets whatever they've sent to me as a suggestion, and hate everything, and say it in a way that makes me think they're blaming it on me as if i'm the sole inventor. crazy officemate librarian expresses surprise that "our YOUNGEST librarian wants to use the PRINT copies of MESH subject headings rather than the online version." YES THATS SO FUCKING SURPRISING, you know, COS THEY DIDN'T EVEN HAVE BOOKS WHEN I WAS A KID, i'm so fucking young. we just plugged the CPU into the back of our head and waited for the Hive to tell us what to learn. BAH. then Bosslady is confused. to have or not to have our address on the page? do we or don't we use a horizontal rule? what's a horizontal rule? what's a web page? blah blah blah. let's spend a half hour debating it. then we can talk about HOW WELL the newest youngest least experienced librarian ever to walk the face of the earth PERFORMS her magical tricks of html. see her use big words like 'dissemination'. watch as she rolls her eyes at the stupid older people. revile in the terror of her grasp of knowlege management & ability to 'let it roll off her back'. truly it is the work of the devil. to which i say,
Always the same, playin' your game,
Drive me insane, trouble is gonna come to you,
One of these days and it won't be long,
You'll look for me but baby, I'll be gone.
This is all I gotta say to you WOMAN
Your Time Is Gonna Come
..hopefullly, it'll be the same day the servers crash, everyone calls in sick & I'm on vacation.
so alright. that's it for now. work really is quite entertaining...everyone should become a librarian. teaches you humility.

Sown

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6:59 p.m.	big meanie	2003-01-15
Reaped	last night started honestly enough. a quick drive by the atm, stop to pick up sheM, then on to Philips to join the Crab & various other English majors in our national sport of inbibing inebriates. what happened? two hours later we're back at the house, the fridge suddenly stocked with beer & beefeater, a nicely frosted cake on the table, and it's standing room only. someone produces a bowl of supersonic chronic, and suddenly its 2am. i realize that sometime around last year we made friends in this town. a nice feeling, better certainly than the flaming hangover demon that set its digs down in my head early this morning. but of course, there's things to fix that. green, hairy things. so then i get to work. pretend to check my email & do work things. people are congregating in my office, whispering conspiratorially. Jen looks like she's gonna bust a nut with the gossip she's got. but really, it's nothing. the electronic resources librarian fucked up. accused people of not doing their job when he's the one that didn't. unfortunatey, the person he accused of being a slacker has worked here for 60 years and is exempt from shit-talking. or something, i'm not sure. but afterwards he got called out by Bosslady's BossLady, via an email she cc-ed to everyone at work, and everyone seemed very smug about it. he's the only male librarian. gets an office on the fourth floor. harbours resentment towards most of the people he's worked with. tends to be a bit sexist & patronizing when explaining computer stuff to women. so perhaps, this is his just desserts. only thing i know, late in the afternoon i've been dragged into a mini-drama concerning him & a certain IP address that didn't authenticate when i went to get a full text article. and somehow, he's managed to shift the blame from himself (the person IN CHARGE of this type of dealie) to me, since i'm the person who indicates on the webpage in what manner the journals are accessed. which defies the logic of internet security, login & IP authentication to the point that whether i script 'full text, internet' or 'full text, library only' somehow effects how everyone can access this journal. that was sarcasm. in reality i was the proverbial messenger. i dunno. i saw the email he wrote to my Bosslady & it seems I'm being called a slacker for this journal not giving us the full text we pay for, even though i have no authority over that type of thing in the least. i'm not even allowed to UPLOAD shit onto the site. so whatever. tomorrow i get to have a conversation about this with Bosslady. although i'm sure 'gentle reminders' will be represented full-force, blame will be re-allotted to him. i know, this is all hyped up librarian babble. but in the words of eric cartman, 'screw yew, i do what i want'. and now begins my rant on being "the newest youngest least experienced librarian ever to walk the face of the earth" I volunteered to make this webpage, right? so i ask for suggestions, right? so we have the meeting, and suddenly everyone forgets whatever they've sent to me as a suggestion, and hate everything, and say it in a way that makes me think they're blaming it on me as if i'm the sole inventor. crazy officemate librarian expresses surprise that "our YOUNGEST librarian wants to use the PRINT copies of MESH subject headings rather than the online version." YES THATS SO FUCKING SURPRISING, you know, COS THEY DIDN'T EVEN HAVE BOOKS WHEN I WAS A KID, i'm so fucking young. we just plugged the CPU into the back of our head and waited for the Hive to tell us what to learn. BAH. then Bosslady is confused. to have or not to have our address on the page? do we or don't we use a horizontal rule? what's a horizontal rule? what's a web page? blah blah blah. let's spend a half hour debating it. then we can talk about HOW WELL the newest youngest least experienced librarian ever to walk the face of the earth PERFORMS her magical tricks of html. see her use big words like 'dissemination'. watch as she rolls her eyes at the stupid older people. revile in the terror of her grasp of knowlege management & ability to 'let it roll off her back'. truly it is the work of the devil. to which i say, Always the same, playin' your game, Drive me insane, trouble is gonna come to you, One of these days and it won't be long, You'll look for me but baby, I'll be gone. This is all I gotta say to you WOMAN Your Time Is Gonna Come ..hopefullly, it'll be the same day the servers crash, everyone calls in sick & I'm on vacation. so alright. that's it for now. work really is quite entertaining...everyone should become a librarian. teaches you humility.	Sown
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