| 4:33 p.m. | disinformation, & a little fucking | 2002-06-05 |
| Reaped | 30 minutes til work is over.
A SLAP ON THE KNUCKLES Today I was chastized by business librarian for spreading disinformation. A girl needed a book on reserve, of course it wasn't there. Then the girl revealed it was a textbook. "oh," i said, "it's library policy NOT to collect textbooks." then i smile, "they want YOU to spend the money." the girl chuckles, and i encourage her to go to the bookstore and rip some pages out of their books. so then biz-librarian (one of the upper echelon staff here in library land), who's been listening, turns to me and gives me a big long spiel as to why the library really doesn't collect textbooks, the main reason being limited collection development money (duh), and not because they hate students. i think she got a big kick out of correcting me. unfortunately, sarcasm is not a pre-req for this profession. luckily, neither is caring. DOWN AND DIRTY IN THE BATCAVE last night was chat time -4 hours in the windowless GA batcave manning the scathingly unpopular reference chat service. crab came by, we were going to roll up characters for our new 'Call of Cthulu' game (like D&D, but set in a dysfuntctional lovecraftian universe), but i forgot the dice, so we spent a couple hours bullshitting instead. "you know," said the crab "we could have sex in here..." but i pointed out that everyone has a key to the door, so it might not be too wise. the secretary's office, on the other hand, was a perfect location, in retrospect. so anyway, rejected on the nookie tip, crab proceeds to take of his shoes and giggle maniacally over the various evil monsters of the cthulu game. meanwhile, i ate a taco. then one of night librarians came in. sees crab putting his shoes back on. then we get this real wierd look from her, eyebrows partially raised in shock, like she had caught us doing something dirty. pretty sure she thought we were being dirty. which we were. a shoeless crab is pretty stinky, not to mention the sweet lingering aroma taco bell always bequeaths its consumers. thus concludes the tales of an indentured library servant, at least for today. # days til N.O.: 59 # days til i'm RIF-ed: 18, i hope |
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