university library

can you believe that i'm awake and at the university library at 8 am? yes, folks--cim got up just after 7. technically, i'm working. the way i work just now is thinking, "where could they be hiding the current issues of the journal of vertebrate paleontology (which i'm copying for a family friend, for $6/hr)?"

i'm also apparently the ONLY person in the library at this time, though it's supposed to have been open 1/2 an hour and there are supposed to be 30,000+ students at this abysmal hellhole of a university (not mine; could you tell?). let's just say that in the last several years they've reduced their science journal subscriptions by more than half. the journals they don't have are unbelievable, AND the copy machine is broken.

and forget the dewey decimal system AND alphabetical order. "walking up and down the stacks," here i come. luckily they only have four shelves of current periodicals.

meh.

hollsk, i'm going to be home after lunch. kisses.

i'm sending squirrelmir back behind the desk; i figure that a squirrel-man, even if he isn't an entree, is a better staff for the periodicals desk than none at all. that way, if anyone else comes in, they won't think that i am researching in a university that doesn't have staff at the desk.

(GO, dammit, before sam steps on your tail. uh-huh, that's what i THOUGHT.

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also, it's INDICES, not indexes, morons.

*watches higher education flee out the window*

mood: PISSED

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my god, i'm so tired. i could just fall over and sleep for, like, a day.

my day was:
8-1: carrying scientific journals back and forth, photocopying.
1-3: priming wooden chair to paint (with italian folk art motifs, for a set of mismatched, brightly-colored hand-painted kitchen chairs that my mother and i have been working on for years)
3-4: shower
4-5: watching trading spaces
5-6:30: grocery shopping at target with mom. this involves, among other things, shepherding and incessant questioning. (did you mean to get this? alright. so you did decide to get it? and so now you're going... where?)
6:30-now: cutting mushrooms, black and green olives, and tomatos for pizza and foccacia bread
after dinner: attempting to find holls
after attempting to find holls: sleep

ow. ow. so tired. ow.

the room dwellers (neé dorm dwellers) visit the library

squirrelmir ended up having to read stories to this indian man's wife. no children in the science library, but she was bored and she scared him.

her: you are a LIBRARIAN, are you not?
squirrelmir: no! i'm a--
gandalf: a-HEM.
squirrelmir: i mean, yes, i'm a-- *looks at gandalf*
cim: *taps foot*
squirrelmir: a... periodicals... desk... *mumbles* librarian
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