I have an interview tomorrow morning. I was off work today, so naturally I have not been doing much other than knitting and dreading the interview. Brooding. Pitying my sorry self. But I have managed to compile a list of things that are worse than going to an interview. I'm pretending that I had to choose the interview or one of these fun items:
1. Get abducted by the anal-probe variety of aliens.
2. Have an appendage forcefully removed.
3. Be burned as a heretic a la Joan of Arc.
4. Get kicked by a farting horse.
5. Be a contestant on Fear Factor heights edition.
6. Eat the worm in the tequila.
7. Give birth.
8. Be naked in public.
9. Have a conversation with anyone on Jersey Shore.
10. Listen to Top 40 radio for twelve hours.
11. Brazilian wax.
12. Get a Twilight tattoo.
13. Be Henry VIII's wife.
14. Jump off Emory Peak.
15. Kill, gut and barbecue my Gatsby.
The interview now seems very appealing.
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Monday, August 22, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Leisure Time = Win
Last night I was in a pitiful mood. I felt better after I turned on trash TV and watched Intervention. And then I watched part of Hoarders which was about a man whose house was full of thousands of domestic rats that he would feed and could not bring himself to get rid of. Then this morning I was still feeling a little bit pitiful until I turned on trash TV again and watched I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant. My, things could be much, much worse.
Things got better when I stepped outside and was kissed by strong orange sunlight. I took a scenic drive in the fields in the early afternoon and was again struck by the beauty of the landscape here. I do love the Medina valley. It is full of amber pastures and colorful winter prairie grass which waves and flashes in the wind. The live oak trees don't lose their leaves in the winter and are a dependable green in the countryside when other trees are bare. I kept thinking that if I had that full-time job I was yearning for last night I would probably be missing this jewel of a day.
The truth is, I don't truly want a job. I work so that I can have money to buy necessities and afford to pursue my genuine interests. If I had things my way, I would be able to get everything I need directly without the use of money either by the sweat off my own brow or by bartering with goods that I produced. Librarians have a truly thankless job. Every time I go to work I feel tread upon, disrespected, and underutilized. Yes, I adore books. Do I envision for myself a life of listless dungeon reference desk duty? No.
So why am I upset that there are no jobs? Because my degree was paid for using scholarship money in which I agreed to work at a public library for two years upon the completion of school. These two years will be a platform for building savings, finding land, buying or building a house on it, and paying-it-the-fuck-off. I would like to get on with it. I have even less reason to be upset when I remember the numerous times in my life in which I have been forced to accept the idea of fate, or God's plan. I have to have faith that when the right opportunity presents itself I will know to take it.
I would probably be more inclined to stay in the workforce if I found a position at a small town public library. The system I work at now is very big. There is a central library and 26 branch libraries. A big system like this necessarily becomes more bureaucratic than my tastes allow--I believe in people more than I believe in following arbitrary rules. Small towns have a better sense of community. I truly hope I am presented with an opportunity like this...but that remains to be seen.
I am also feeling particularly hopeful because I have pretty much all my supplies for soapmaking all lined up and ready to try. The inspiration for this little venture (thanks, Sprite!) comes at a great time because my diy laundry detergent recipe calls for castile soap. I usually use Dr. Bronner's, which is relatively expensive and my current bottle is nearly empty. I found a 52 oz bottle of olive oil for $10 at Wal-Mart (I can almost forgive myself for shopping there) and 16 oz of lye at True Value for $5, which will make MUCH more castile soap for the money than the good Dr. It is also one more step towards self sufficiency that I am really anxious to try out.
Things got better when I stepped outside and was kissed by strong orange sunlight. I took a scenic drive in the fields in the early afternoon and was again struck by the beauty of the landscape here. I do love the Medina valley. It is full of amber pastures and colorful winter prairie grass which waves and flashes in the wind. The live oak trees don't lose their leaves in the winter and are a dependable green in the countryside when other trees are bare. I kept thinking that if I had that full-time job I was yearning for last night I would probably be missing this jewel of a day.
The truth is, I don't truly want a job. I work so that I can have money to buy necessities and afford to pursue my genuine interests. If I had things my way, I would be able to get everything I need directly without the use of money either by the sweat off my own brow or by bartering with goods that I produced. Librarians have a truly thankless job. Every time I go to work I feel tread upon, disrespected, and underutilized. Yes, I adore books. Do I envision for myself a life of listless dungeon reference desk duty? No.
So why am I upset that there are no jobs? Because my degree was paid for using scholarship money in which I agreed to work at a public library for two years upon the completion of school. These two years will be a platform for building savings, finding land, buying or building a house on it, and paying-it-the-fuck-off. I would like to get on with it. I have even less reason to be upset when I remember the numerous times in my life in which I have been forced to accept the idea of fate, or God's plan. I have to have faith that when the right opportunity presents itself I will know to take it.
I would probably be more inclined to stay in the workforce if I found a position at a small town public library. The system I work at now is very big. There is a central library and 26 branch libraries. A big system like this necessarily becomes more bureaucratic than my tastes allow--I believe in people more than I believe in following arbitrary rules. Small towns have a better sense of community. I truly hope I am presented with an opportunity like this...but that remains to be seen.
I am also feeling particularly hopeful because I have pretty much all my supplies for soapmaking all lined up and ready to try. The inspiration for this little venture (thanks, Sprite!) comes at a great time because my diy laundry detergent recipe calls for castile soap. I usually use Dr. Bronner's, which is relatively expensive and my current bottle is nearly empty. I found a 52 oz bottle of olive oil for $10 at Wal-Mart (I can almost forgive myself for shopping there) and 16 oz of lye at True Value for $5, which will make MUCH more castile soap for the money than the good Dr. It is also one more step towards self sufficiency that I am really anxious to try out.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Close Encounters (of the Randy kind)
Me: Hey [patron], you need help putting anything on hold?
Patron: Yeah, I'm looking for the new of the Kris Longknife series.
[I look it up and discover that we don't have the newest one, and show patron this]
Patron: Ok...I'm in charge of some new missiles that were discovered hidden in San Antonio.
Me: Oh, really?
Patron: Yeah, and I just discovered that my superior is the lady that plays on Murder She Wrote.
Me: Angela Lansbury?
Patron: Yep, she's here restoring an old family home. But they don't want me around because I have the missiles.
Me: Yeah, I can see that. Have you already studied the missiles to find out what kind they are since they've been discovered?
Patron: That's what I'm doing right now. That's why I'm here. We are going to test them in the desert of Nevada.
Me: You better watch out because somebody might be trying to take you out.
Patron: They can't. I can detonate the missile and it can be in D.C. instantaneously, and the amount of explosives on the tip of this pen [motioning to my pen] can destroy an entire city.
Me: So what are you going to do with the missiles after you study them?
Patron: Sell them.
Me: Who are you going to sell them to? Don't sell them to any hostile countries. Don't sell them to Cuba.
Patron: I won't. But Cuba is part of Atlantis, the lost continent anyway.
At this point a librarian called on the phone from across the room to save me, but I totally admit that I was asking him questions because I was bored. He has a ready answer for everything, always does.
Patron: Yeah, I'm looking for the new of the Kris Longknife series.
[I look it up and discover that we don't have the newest one, and show patron this]
Patron: Ok...I'm in charge of some new missiles that were discovered hidden in San Antonio.
Me: Oh, really?
Patron: Yeah, and I just discovered that my superior is the lady that plays on Murder She Wrote.
Me: Angela Lansbury?
Patron: Yep, she's here restoring an old family home. But they don't want me around because I have the missiles.
Me: Yeah, I can see that. Have you already studied the missiles to find out what kind they are since they've been discovered?
Patron: That's what I'm doing right now. That's why I'm here. We are going to test them in the desert of Nevada.
Me: You better watch out because somebody might be trying to take you out.
Patron: They can't. I can detonate the missile and it can be in D.C. instantaneously, and the amount of explosives on the tip of this pen [motioning to my pen] can destroy an entire city.
Me: So what are you going to do with the missiles after you study them?
Patron: Sell them.
Me: Who are you going to sell them to? Don't sell them to any hostile countries. Don't sell them to Cuba.
Patron: I won't. But Cuba is part of Atlantis, the lost continent anyway.
At this point a librarian called on the phone from across the room to save me, but I totally admit that I was asking him questions because I was bored. He has a ready answer for everything, always does.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Problems that reading can prevent:
Patron: "Hi, my son accidentally logged off of his computer as soon as he got on."
Me: "I'm sorry, the only thing you can do is just sign him up again." (There is a 1.5 hour wait).
Patron, her face becoming cumulonimbus: "WHAT! That is not fair, he just made a mistake! That's not right!"
Me: "When you click "done" on the computer, a message pops up that says, "Are you sure you want to end your session?" You have to click "yes" on that before you end your turn.
Patron, becoming more incensed: "HOW CAN YOU HAVE A SYSTEM THAT DOES THIS TO PEOPLE? HE JUST MADE A MISTAKE! THIS IS NOT FAIR!"
Me, resisting the urge to perform a massive facepalm: "If you make a mistake and accidentally push "done" on the computer, then another message pops up that asks you if you're sure you are done. Only if you push "yes" will it close your session. If you read the message and push "no" because you realized you made a mistake then your session won't end.
Patron: "I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! HE JUST MADE A MISTAKE!"
I shrug because I don't know what else I can tell her, and I'm getting mad because she is blaming me for the fact that her son made this dumb mistake.
Patron: "IS THE MANAGER HERE? CAN I SPEAK TO THE MANAGER?!"
Me: "I'm sorry, the only thing you can do is just sign him up again." (There is a 1.5 hour wait).
Patron, her face becoming cumulonimbus: "WHAT! That is not fair, he just made a mistake! That's not right!"
Me: "When you click "done" on the computer, a message pops up that says, "Are you sure you want to end your session?" You have to click "yes" on that before you end your turn.
Patron, becoming more incensed: "HOW CAN YOU HAVE A SYSTEM THAT DOES THIS TO PEOPLE? HE JUST MADE A MISTAKE! THIS IS NOT FAIR!"
Me, resisting the urge to perform a massive facepalm: "If you make a mistake and accidentally push "done" on the computer, then another message pops up that asks you if you're sure you are done. Only if you push "yes" will it close your session. If you read the message and push "no" because you realized you made a mistake then your session won't end.
Patron: "I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! HE JUST MADE A MISTAKE!"
I shrug because I don't know what else I can tell her, and I'm getting mad because she is blaming me for the fact that her son made this dumb mistake.
Patron: "IS THE MANAGER HERE? CAN I SPEAK TO THE MANAGER?!"
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