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Someone just asked me if we have old magazines here. I directed her downstairs to the periodicals section, and she said "No, I mean ones we can like rip stuff out of." *facepalm*
Working with a new person makes me grumpy. Well, grumpier than I already am at 7:30am. There is no real training here, unless you count the software program that teaches how to put LC call numbers in order, so I pretty much have to train her. I feel kind of hovered over, and I don't like it. Also, I'm tired of explaining that copy is Ctrl+C several times a day.
I spent pretty much all day yesterday reading a book, and then it turned out to not have an ending. I mean, it ended, but it felt to me like the author just picked a place to stop rather than writing an actual conclusion. Usually even individual books within a series do have some closure at the end.
Another high school classmate got married this weekend, and a friend from M Row had her bachelorette party. This, as usual, makes me feel old. (Or like everyone I know is getting married young.) I forget sometimes that I'm supposed to be a real adult now.
Google is Marc Chagall-ified today. In my high school drawing class we had to do self portraits in another artists style, and I based mine on this painting.
ETA: LOL. US TV critics say Torchwood is one of the Top 25 shows of 2008. :D
Working with a new person makes me grumpy. Well, grumpier than I already am at 7:30am. There is no real training here, unless you count the software program that teaches how to put LC call numbers in order, so I pretty much have to train her. I feel kind of hovered over, and I don't like it. Also, I'm tired of explaining that copy is Ctrl+C several times a day.
I spent pretty much all day yesterday reading a book, and then it turned out to not have an ending. I mean, it ended, but it felt to me like the author just picked a place to stop rather than writing an actual conclusion. Usually even individual books within a series do have some closure at the end.
Another high school classmate got married this weekend, and a friend from M Row had her bachelorette party. This, as usual, makes me feel old. (Or like everyone I know is getting married young.) I forget sometimes that I'm supposed to be a real adult now.
Google is Marc Chagall-ified today. In my high school drawing class we had to do self portraits in another artists style, and I based mine on this painting.
ETA: LOL. US TV critics say Torchwood is one of the Top 25 shows of 2008. :D
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