This is what greeted me when I walked into the staff lounge yesterday at 6:00 am.
Tag: work
Report of the working group for formulation of fourth five year plan proposals on demand projections
This is just a small glimpse of the exciting crap I work with every day. There are hundreds more JUST LIKE IT sitting on my desk, waiting to be cataloged. So I can hardly be blamed if sometimes my eyes begin to glaze over.
Lost or Found?
Yes, I apparently work with people who cannot keep track of their underwear. Also, with people who are so grammar-obsessive that they compulsively correct other people’s bathroom notes. (I would like it to be known that I refrained from changing the “Lost” to “Found.” Folks, those two words mean completely opposite things, so IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE.) Alsoalso, are the underwear black or the women?
Chairs
These were rounded up yesterday and are now sitting by the freight elevator, waiting to be taken to the loading dock and surplus.
Hellenea Clark and Pamellia Barlow
Source: Lilly Library, Frank M. Hohenberger Photograph Collection – “Graves of Wm. Couper’s wives, Aug. 29, 1910, 10:30 a.m. She was/but words are wanting to say what/Think what a wife should be/and she was that/.”
I’m starting a fun project at work, adding metadata to a collection of old photographs by Frank M. Hohenberger. The bulk of the photos were taken in this area, so they’re of local historical interest. I couldn’t resist searching for cemeteries and graves, and when I did, this one jumped out at me. The “title” comes directly from Hohenberger’s journals, so we have only him to blame for the fact that William Couper‘s wives were only significant for the fact that they were married to him. They apparently did not merit their own names. And look at how young they were when they died! Hellenea was 28 and Pamellia just 23.
Please do not pile books in front of fire hose door
Also please note the lack of an actual fire hose behind fire hose door.
Jack Has a Posse
Pigcorn
Silly toys on a coworker’s desk.
Kaleidoscope
This is another one from work. I have a bunch of rolled up, laminated posters on my desk. When I look down them, they remind me of kaleidoscopes.
Breathe
I’ve been kind of holding my breath, waiting to see if I’d be laid off. Ten positions at the library were cut. TEN. That’s mind-boggling, considering how many entire positions we’ve already lost through attrition. Over the past few years, we’ve been asked to do increasingly more with increasing fewer warm bodies. We’re stretched too thin already in my department. And then we found out, in nearly the same instant, that the president of the university had been awarded a 20% pay raise. The amount of his raise alone is more than 3x my annual salary. I just cannot understand how he can sleep at night. If he had a moral fiber in his body, he’d refuse the raise. Or, at the very least, he’d take the same 1.5% raise that (the remaining) support staff got.
So today we got the word that everyone in my unit would be safe. For now, anyway.
red paper boat 