Tag: work

Photography

Dried Roses

Shelly

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These are the same roses I photographed a few days ago. They’ve fallen off the stems and are pretty much dried through. I took this one yesterday, so I’m cheating, but I didn’t have a chance to take photos today. I got sidetracked dying paper for a new journal.

My hands are now stained a disgusting shade of brown, but the paper is cool looking, and that’s all that matters. I hope my idea works. We’ll know tomorrow, when it’s dry. Right now, it’s layered between sheets of waxed paper, in my high-tech press (a large hardback atlas and an iron skillet).

And now, it’s time to go watch Survivor and Lost.

Photography

Roses

Shelly

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My cube neighbor also works part-time at a local grocery store. The floral department there was giving away left-over, past-their-prime roses from Valentine’s Day, so she brought some in to work. They smell amazing. Too often anymore, roses have been bred for blossom longevity, shape, and color at the expense of scent. Not these roses, though.

Crankypantsing, Photography

Space Planning

Shelly

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Space Planning (NOT TO SCALE!)

Or, an hour spent huffing white board markers.

I am terrible at making diagrams, especially when they’re supposed to be to scale. Somehow, though, I was the one who ended up in charge of the white board.

It occurred to me, about half-way through the meeting, that it would be nice if we had a gridded white board. Wouldn’t that be nifty?

As to why we had to have a meeting and white board diagrams, just so we could move a freaking table down the aisle 10 feet, that will forever remain a mystery to me.

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Perks

Shelly

I periodically get requests to give references for former students who are looking for “real” employment. I love it. Love, love, love it. I’ve had pretty excellent luck with hiring good kids, and it makes me ridiculously happy to see them make the transition into the real world.

Today, I got a background check request for one of my old students. Apparently, he’s trying to get a job with the federal government. He’s a good, steady, thoughtful worker, and he will, I’m sure, make any employer happy. I wish him luck, and I hope that his potential future employer has the foresight to hire him.

Crankypantsing

Shhh! It’s a Library!

Shelly

I’ve mentioned how loud the folks in Serials are? Well, they’re LOUD. They’re talking up a storm this morning, too, which is annoying the crap out of me. And at the back of the room the two BFF are whispering furiously to each other, which is also making me want to poke my eardrums out with an ice pick.

I remember, when we were kids, my mom telling us that we were better off talking in a low, normal voice than whispering, because the sound of whispering carries. She always knew we were up to Something when we whispered. She was right, of course. And, aside from it being a really irritating, penetrating sound (I think we’re hardwired to cue in on it), it also signals that you’re talking about things you shouldn’t be talking about.

Crankypantsing, Photography

Faucet

Shelly

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Disgusting, isn’t it? I wish they would put this sink in a trash bag, if they aren’t going to clean the built up grime off it.

And that’s about all I have today. I had a two-hour customer service training workshop this morning, which was just about useless. The cranky it inspired is still bubbling away. An adult beverage might help, and maybe a couple of House re-runs. (Seriously. The woman running the workshop made a big production of going around and shaking hands with everyone. Aaack! I nearly turned around and left, when I saw her barreling over toward me. I don’t touch strangers. Period. And I really don’t appreciate them touching me. The whole thing was kind of ironically funny, in retrospect. That sort of overly aggressive sales job is guaranteed to lose me as a customer for life.)

Anyway, about the only good thing I can say about this day is that it’s nearly over. Oh! And I got some doodling done during the stupid workshop.

Teh Enb.