Colecção pelo Império
The amazing thing is that, as old and horrible and useless as these books may look, as soon as they get into the catalog, folks want them. (That’s gov docs in general, not specifically Portuguese gov docs.)
Tag: work
Gobsmacked
I just went to the kitchen to nuke my oatmeal. A coworker was heating water in the electric teakettle, so I waited until he was done before turning on the microwave, onna counta both the microwave and the electric teakettle cannot be used simultaneously, lest they open a rift in the space-time continuum. So, I’m waiting, and my coworker asks me what I’m doing. I explain. Teakettle whistles. He turns it off and makes his tea, and I pop my oatmeal in the microwave and turn it on.
So what do you think my jeenyous coworker did? He refilled the electric teakettle and turned it back on. While the microwave was running.
Calgon, take me away!
National Library Workers Day
Today is National Library Workers Day, so how are we celebrating? By having a 90 minute cataloging division meeting on metadata.
Kill me now.
Damn You, Mr. Bush!
So, I’m trying to catalog this book, and I can’t help thinking that the title is spelled incorrectly. I have been scarred for life.
Meanwhile, someone in the dog newsgroups has what I think is a brilliant response: She calls the microwave “the nukular.” As in, “I’m fixin’ to heat up my lunch in the nukular.”
That is all. As you were, comrades.
Asschapeau du Jour
I just got back from the bathroom. When I walked in, there was a girl standing in front of the sinks, furiously texting someone on her phone. Why on earth it’s necessary to text someone from the bathroom is beyond me, but I’m just thankful she wasn’t actually talking on the damned thing. In the bathroom. Anyway, the next thing I hear is water running. She was washing her hands. After using her phone. After using the bathroom.
Cat Butts
A coworker gave me a box of cat butt magnets. How cool is that?!
In Trash Bag News
After a sucktacular couple of days, there was finally a bright spot. And, no, it ain’t the weather. I just went down to the cafeteria, and on my way back, lo and behold! The water fountain outside the Kent Cooper Room is sporting a black trash bag! I’ve made a note to go out that way when I leave, so I can get a picture.
Yes, folks, I’m excited about a trash bag. One must learn to take delight in the small things, no?
Flowers
As mentioned earlier, these are the flowers my cube neighbor received for her birthday. Not too bad, considering the crappy fluorescent light we have here, and that it was still dark out, so there was no supplemental sunlight.
Ice Pick of DQQM!1!!!
I have a splitting headache this morning, bad enough that I’m seriously considering going home. So, of course, my across-the-aisle cube neighbor, who rearranged her cube last week, has decided to put up a clamp light. A 2,000,000,000 watt clamp light. Its blinding evilness is poking me in the eye. Turns out, that’s not the sort of thing that actually helps a headache.
Kill me now.
Assholes are Cheap Today
When I got to work this ayem, the elevator I usually take was being held on another floor by the custodians. Grrr. So I walked across the building to the freight elevator. Someone from another unit, but who works in my department, was coming in the dock door as I was walking down the hallway, toward her. She got to the freight elevator, and I got there just a minute after she did. Just as the door was closing.
WTF?! She saw me. I know she knows who I am, and that I was getting on the elevator, too. There’s absolutely no other reason why anyone would be in that hallway at that time of day. So why couldn’t she hold the door for me? What the hell is wrong with her?
What a lovely way to start the week, no?
red paper boat 