On Hold.

Hold music sucks - especially theatre hold music. You'd think it would be good, but nope.

Nope.

It's dialogue from some stage play that I can't understand.

The Harsh Face of Reality

It's too bad life can't be all fun and games. I would like the responsibilities of everyday life to just go away for awhile...no work, no school, no laundry, no dishes, no dog hair on the carpet...just a lot of fun.

FUN!

Although I'm not sure what I'd do with all that spare time.

An Open Note

Please tell me why librarians cannot use proper grammar. And why they can't spell. When they're native English speakers.

I know it's not rocket science, but really.

Really.

Valentine's Presents

Today I received the dirtiest Valentine's Day present ever. Really, the dirtiest present ever.

EVER.

From my boss.

MY BOSS.

Picture to follow.

GAH.

The good news is that I'm not as far behind in my reading as I thought - it helps when the chapters are only 10 pages long. The bad news? I have an office full of people and a boss going to China on Thursday whose card we have to translate - ever tried to translate the word 'experiential'? Yep. It doesn't. I haven't worked this much in months and now is the time that I'd like to not be working so I can catch up on my schoolwork. I don't want to work this weekend, but I know I'm going to have to at least read. What a way to spend my time in Palm Springs.

Meh.

Stupid work.

ARGH.

So much work work and school work and I'm going to explode. I try to get ahead and then something else pops up and OH MY GOD it makes my chest hurt. And that? Is a bad thing. Because it means that I can't read the Star. No - not really. What it means is that I don't go to the grocery store when I should and when I do I forget everything I REALLY need and my laundry doesn't get done and the dishes are in the sink and the bathtub is turning pink and the kitchen floor is dirty (except where the dog licks up the drips) and there are dust bunnies EVERYWHERE.

I need a housekeeper. Or a clone.

And then I feel guilty because I went and got a manicure and pedicure and didn't go the grocery store to get Morgan something new to eat for lunch. And I'm out of eggs, too.

*sigh*

Lazy.

I don't want to do any schoolwork. But I have two papers to write and a pile THIS BIG of material to read. Motivation is just hard to come by on a Friday. But I have copious amounts of time this weekend to work. So I'd better make myself do some or I'm going to be BEHIND. Further than I already am. Which isn't far yet.

Maybe I'll buy new dishes tonight.

FRIDAY!

And no one wants to be at work. Half the office is jet-lagged and the other half is just done. I'm in printing purgatory right now and it's really killing me, especially since it's not work-related.

Meh. I want a nap.

Agreeing to Disagree

So some bitch in my information retrieval class keeps poking at me about one of my responses to our first assignment. For some reason, she seems to think I'm wrong - I called a picture of a dinosaur and a picture of a cow skull 'fossils'. It was my first reaction and probably not the most right one. She pointed out to me that I was wrong and I said you are correct - perhaps I should have said 'skeletons'. She didn't like that either. Now she wants to me to agree with her on herbivores. I don't know WHAT kind of dinosaur it is, so I can't say for sure it is a herbivore.

There are NO RIGHT OR WRONG ANSWERS in this exercise. I just want to scream that at her. Instead, I've decided that I just won't dignify her last post with an answer.

Take THAT! I won't play along. And I left her a nice post on her introduction, too. I think she has it in for me.

Or maybe I'm paranoid.

Whoops.

It's 2am in Beirut.

I just woke John up because he didn't turn his cell phone off.

Now I feel bad.

My First In-Person Class

So yesterday I had my first class meeting. And we got out early for the game. Which I didn't watch - but that's off topic. Anyway, it was fine and we were fed a lot of information and I have A LOT of work to do in the next month - I can see why group projects are so popular at the graduate level. Of course, my group is probably lame and there will be two of us who do any work. At least that's how it's shaping up right now. Whatever.

But you know how there are always 'those people' in a class? In no particular order, here they are:

The "I have to ask every nit-picking question about assignments even though it's spelled out in the syllabus" - a history teacher

The "When I worked in this library..." who has an anecdote for every topic of discussion

The one who looks like they could be homeless and you're sure they're a recovering alcoholic (I had one of those in my undergrad classes: too much gin, the instructor said - it keeps me from crawling into a bottle because he was SCARY)

Everyone else was fine and a teacher or a librarian clerk. Or some other social service worker. So helpful, these people are. They'll be good librarians.

Me? I'll be a good information architect. And I AM the only one in the class.

FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY!

but I have to go to school on Sunday. Meh. Superbowl Sunday, mind you. Not that I watch football. It's just the principle of it, I guess. And it's not like I would've done anything else on Sunday anyhow.

And?

I have to drive to LAX at 6am tomorrow. Meh some more.

Insomnia.

So after I had the dream that everyone at work was chastising me for wearing a white blouse to the office (not very librarian-like, they said), I awoke and spent the next two hours considering the 'paperless society' theory I read about earlier in the day.

And I?

Had BRILLIANT observations. BRILLIANT. They still are. I will use them in class on Sunday. I will be BRILLIANT.

HOWEVER - if I could think about this at say, 6pm instead of 3am, it would be fantastic.

*sigh*

I'm Bitter

And tired and waaaaaaay behind on my school reading already and I hate everyone at work and I just want to quit and go to school full-time and I can't afford to.

So there.

I'm going over here now to sulk.