WTF?! This really is not the place to visit if you’re looking for porn. I’m just sayin’. Surely, based on the descriptive text below the link to my blog, the searcher would’ve been able to figure out that she was un-freaking-likely to actually find nudie photos of girls with big tits here? Surely?
Category: Crankypantsing
Tornado Warning
I got home on Monday, just in time for the tornado sirens to go off. I was afraid that would happen before Frances was allowed to do stairs. I couldn’t take her down to the basement, so we waited it out in the bathroom. Not ideal. Also, NOT COMFORTABLE. Next time, I’m going to have to take a kitchen chair in there with me. Sitting on the side of the tub got old FAST.
Unpacked
I finally got everything unpacked and arranged. I think this is what real estate agents call “cozy.” I don’t even have enough room to turn around in my chair. I have to back straight out if I want to stand up. A friend suggested I fit my chair with a reversing signal, so that it beep-beep-beeps when I back up.
O Gross
I noticed yesterday that this is stuck to the glass partition of my cubicle. Right above my computer monitor. Every time I look at it, I think of Ted Nugent. I need to find something to cover it up with, before the urge to stab out my eyeballs becomes totally overwhelming.
The New Digs
I have less space than the half time person in our department. You can imagine how that makes me feel.
Au revoir
Yesterday was our last day at the library. Monday morning we begin working at the temporary location. We’ll be there for about five months, and when we return to the library our department will be completely renovated. With cubicles. Blessed, blessed, sound dampening cubicles.
Hark, a Doodle!
Staff Meeting Doodle
Today may have been the most annoying day EVAR. For reals. Have I mentioned that our entire department (about 60 people) is being temporarily moved because our floor is being renovated? The cataloging division is going to another building on campus, which is not the annoying part. The temp building is closer to my house, and we won’t have to fight with students for parking. However, we found out today that we will not have cubicles at the temp building. The work spaces are shared. As in, several people will be sitting at one table. I work with the most annoying people on earth (most of whom I like! I just don’t want to sit rightthefucknexttothem). This is not good.
And then, because this day did not already suck enough, we had a training webinar for RDA. Which would have been fine, actually, because for perhaps the first time in the history of webinars, the audio was pretty good. What was not good was that the speaker only pronounced half the syllables in each word. Bibliographic became bib-uh-graphic. Every time she said MARC 21, I could have sworn she was saying Mark Twain One. So I had some trouble decoding WTF she was talking about, which did not help my listening comprehension one little bit.
So. Hrmf.
But on the plus side, Harriet didn’t have any leaky accidents today. YAY!
Your Dog Bed Also Functions as a Cuddling Device
The Romper-Stompers were up to their usual shenanigans last night, so I was awake until about 3am. Not good. I think they must have kept Harriet up, too, because she was kind of appalled when I woke her up this morning. “More sleeping, pleaseandthanks!”
The Ass Upstairs
My assy upstairs neighbors continue to astound. Today’s festivities involved the dude (I’ll call him Doofus) letting his clearly untrained puppy (name of Lola) run off leash in the back field. Harriet, being an old lady dog, has to pee frequently. So I took her outside. Lola came galloping toward us. I told Doofus that Harriet is dog aggressive. Doofus called his (again, CLEARLY UNTRAINED) puppy, who totally ignored him, because she has no idea what the word “come” means.
Harriet, bless her heart, has a small amount of tolerance for puppies. Otherwise, it would have been ugly when Lola stuck her nose in Harriet’s face. Since Doofus was incapable of controlling Lola, I took Harriet back inside. She still hadn’t peed, though, so I watched out the window until Doofus and Lola were (I thought) a safe distance away from my patio.
So. I took Harriet back outside. Harriet peed. Lola saw us, and we had a repeat of the above scene. I took Harriet inside before Lola got to us, but I didn’t have time to close the patio door before Lola shoved her head inside my apartment. WTFBBQ?!
And now, a photo of an avocado. It was perfectly ripe and damnfinetasty.
Meet the Romper-Stompers
Meet my new upstairs neighbors, the Romper-Stompers. You remember those plastic or tin cups you used to strap to your feet, when you were a kid? There was also the quick and dirty version, where you stepped on the side of a soda can so that the ends molded around the inner and outer sides of your shoes. And then, YOU ROMP. AND YOU STOMP.
So, I like to envision my neighbors with romper stompers on their feet. Because I can’t imagine any other explanation for why grown-assed adults would make that much noise.
(That water noise in the background is the fish aquarium. All the other noises are coming from my upstairs neighbors.)
red paper boat 