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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!
The South Terrace
Today’s fire alarm brought to you by the letters W, T, and F.
Coffee and Backup Coffee
Someone on Facebook said it was Shitty Tuesday, and I concur.
Mr. Moose on a Duck on a Pig on a Pig
Mr. Moose on a Duck on a Pig on a Pig
Blobby, Blobby, Blobby
Have you noticed that phenomenon where, if you say a word over and over and over and over again, it starts to sound weird? We had another fire “alarm” today, and while the computerized voice was repeating “Lobby, lobby, lobby,” it started to sound like, “Blobby, blobby, blobby.”
Welcome to my brain.
The sun was shining though, and while standing around outside, waiting for the all-clear, I looked up at the building through the trees. It’s not a pretty building, but from certain angles, it can seem quite lovely.
red paper boat 