Oh, my. Seems life picked up a bit since I last wrote! Sadly for you, my dear readers, many things that happened are more "Dear Diary" moments than "Hey, let's put this in my blog" moments! Such is life!
Last weekend was indeed fantastic. Although I woke up on Saturday with a scratchy throat and the beginnings of a cold, I took some Advil and bravely proceeded with my day. My sister and I stopped for the first pumpkin spice lattes of the year--yum! We got to Gettysburg around 1, got to the Eisenhower farm just before 2 and proceeded to turn the next 3 hours into approximately 19 minutes. How can time possibly go by that quickly?!
Anyway, then we rushed back to the hotel, got all ready for the evening, had dinner, and got to the dance with a little over an hour left to dance. Now, I've been to a handful of swing dances before--but always as a member of the band, and not as a participant! It was quite nice to be a participant this time. One of these days, perhaps I'll actually learn how to do the fast stuff.
Sunday morning, I let my sister sleep and headed out to breakfast. Yet another 3 hours that went by in about 12 minutes. Seriously. Unfortunately, my week only went downhill from there--where else could it go, really--and here I am on my 6th straight day of working, with another 5 days ahead of me! My cold did indeed hit me hard about the time I got home on Sunday, and I am just now recovering from the last of the cough.
Otherwise, my week was pretty uneventful. Nothing much happening at the funeral home on Tuesday, so I spent the morning driving all over the county to run death certificates. I really enjoy doing that--it gives me time to just hang out in the car, listening to music, and I get to hang out in waiting rooms and read magazines, all while getting paid! I fear that tomorrow's shift at the funeral home will not be so easy, however. An early morning Ethiopian funeral and burial, combined with their afternoon reception and another afternoon visitation, cannot bring anything but crazy trouble! I can only hope that the madness makes the day go by quickly!
I really would like to reiterate a question that I seem to ask most every weekend--how can you apply to and get into graduate school without a basic knowledge of how to use a computer? I realize that my job description is "helping people," and everything, but give me a break. If you don't know how to center your text or open your e-mail, that's not even kind of my responsibility. Why are you asking ME how to sign into YOUR personal e-mail? *Insert crazy face here*
I believe my grandma comes back from Oklahoma today. She's been down there for over a month. It will definitely be quite a change for her to come back and be living with my parents. I hope my mother calms herself down a bit around her (wishful thinking, I know), because grandma does not need any stress! And it certainly will be bizarre to go home for Thanksgiving and not be at grandma's house for it. I have vague memories of ONE Thanksgiving at our house when I was little--I think Grandma & Papa were in Oklahoma that year--but Thanksgiving is meant to be spent at their house. After all, as soon as the dishes are cleaned up from lunch, it's time to decorate! Maybe this year I can just convince the family that Friday's a good day to go chop down the Christmas tree.
Ah, well. At any rate, that's enough from me for the moment. I seem to have this hope every month, but I hope that October brings less stress and more happy moments my way! It might be hard to top Gettysburg, but a girl can hope! Right?
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
A laundry list of updates!
Ooops! I haven't updated in a while. I will not let this blog die, so I promise to do better!
Let's see... things going on in my life and in my world (sometimes entirely separate things, believe it or not):
* I'm back to working one 14-hour day a week, with mornings at the funeral home and afternoon/evenings at the library. So far, it hasn't been too bad--my funeral mornings have been spent running death certificates, which is infinitely more relaxing than, say, moving billions of flower arrangements, standing in the parking lot yelling at people who don't (or won't) understand where I'm trying to direct them, then hauling all of the previously-mentioned flower arrangements out of the chapel, into the van, up to the cemetery, around the gravesite and then getting MYSELF out of sight before the procession arrives. God, I'm exhausted just typing that sentence. The point is, I haven't had any Tuesday morning funerals... YET. They're coming, though. I just know it. BIG ones.
* I've only had one death call since my last update. The 2am variety. At least it was quick and easy and I went from ringing phone back to bed in under 90 minutes. Seriously, that's like getting paid a dollar a MINUTE. Holy hell.
* I've made the executive decision to keep my hair long-ish and straight, like it was around college graduation time. It's just prettier that way.
* My sister is here, and we've been having Sunday night dates for the last few weeks! We're just awesome like that. This week's date will be on Saturday, because
* We're headed up to Gettysburg for some WWII activities this weekend! Yay. I'd say that I'm actually going up there solely as a visitor and not to WORK, but that is not entirely true. I'm supposed to be recruiting for next year's Sully event... but I'll try to do as little work as possible! Anyway, part of this adventure requires (well, not requires, but encouraged) us to figure out how to do some 40's hair and makeup and stuff. I know my outfit isn't entirely accurate (and my historical OCD is yelling at me already), but it will be fun anyhow. I KNEW I should have taken those swing dance lessons a couple years ago!
* I'd really like to take Palin's hair bun and stuff it down her hypocritical throat. I'd also like to say some other things, but I feel like I'm debating political stuff more than I should have to these days. I mean, really, for the 100th time--NOBODY running for ANY office has presidential experience. If we want to vote for someone with presidential experience, we are going to have to dig up and reanimate George Washington... and I'm not real big on the whole ZOMBIE thing, though a zombie would possibly make a better president than McSame. UGH.
* I am still holding off on my pumpkin spice lattes. It's just not cold enough! I can't even get a pumpkin spice frappucino yet... something about that delicious, wonderful, autumn pumpkin flavor is just completely lost if it's over 60 degrees.
* I'm rambling on. It's the end of a 14-hour day for me, and it is so very near closing time. I will leave you all with this quote that I discovered today (it is from For Your Consideration). I dissolve into giggles every time I re-read it.
"You can't throw the baby out with the bathwater because then all you have is a wet, critically injured baby."
Let's see... things going on in my life and in my world (sometimes entirely separate things, believe it or not):
* I'm back to working one 14-hour day a week, with mornings at the funeral home and afternoon/evenings at the library. So far, it hasn't been too bad--my funeral mornings have been spent running death certificates, which is infinitely more relaxing than, say, moving billions of flower arrangements, standing in the parking lot yelling at people who don't (or won't) understand where I'm trying to direct them, then hauling all of the previously-mentioned flower arrangements out of the chapel, into the van, up to the cemetery, around the gravesite and then getting MYSELF out of sight before the procession arrives. God, I'm exhausted just typing that sentence. The point is, I haven't had any Tuesday morning funerals... YET. They're coming, though. I just know it. BIG ones.
* I've only had one death call since my last update. The 2am variety. At least it was quick and easy and I went from ringing phone back to bed in under 90 minutes. Seriously, that's like getting paid a dollar a MINUTE. Holy hell.
* I've made the executive decision to keep my hair long-ish and straight, like it was around college graduation time. It's just prettier that way.
* My sister is here, and we've been having Sunday night dates for the last few weeks! We're just awesome like that. This week's date will be on Saturday, because
* We're headed up to Gettysburg for some WWII activities this weekend! Yay. I'd say that I'm actually going up there solely as a visitor and not to WORK, but that is not entirely true. I'm supposed to be recruiting for next year's Sully event... but I'll try to do as little work as possible! Anyway, part of this adventure requires (well, not requires, but encouraged) us to figure out how to do some 40's hair and makeup and stuff. I know my outfit isn't entirely accurate (and my historical OCD is yelling at me already), but it will be fun anyhow. I KNEW I should have taken those swing dance lessons a couple years ago!
* I'd really like to take Palin's hair bun and stuff it down her hypocritical throat. I'd also like to say some other things, but I feel like I'm debating political stuff more than I should have to these days. I mean, really, for the 100th time--NOBODY running for ANY office has presidential experience. If we want to vote for someone with presidential experience, we are going to have to dig up and reanimate George Washington... and I'm not real big on the whole ZOMBIE thing, though a zombie would possibly make a better president than McSame. UGH.
* I am still holding off on my pumpkin spice lattes. It's just not cold enough! I can't even get a pumpkin spice frappucino yet... something about that delicious, wonderful, autumn pumpkin flavor is just completely lost if it's over 60 degrees.
* I'm rambling on. It's the end of a 14-hour day for me, and it is so very near closing time. I will leave you all with this quote that I discovered today (it is from For Your Consideration). I dissolve into giggles every time I re-read it.
"You can't throw the baby out with the bathwater because then all you have is a wet, critically injured baby."
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Getting something for nothing.
Why is it that everyone in the world these days expects to get something for nothing?
It's the beginning of the semester, and we have an endless stream of students coming in to the library, asking if we carry a certain book that they need for their class. I know books can be expensive--especially at the graduate level--but that's part of going to school. Hell, I certainly checked out a few books here and there throughout my grad school days that were needed only for a week or two.
BUT.
There's a difference between asking just to see if we have it, and getting visibly upset that we don't have it. "Well, I don't want to pay for the book." Okay, then don't go to school. Tonight, I had a girl come in and ask why all of the electronic books available to students were not the most recent version of the books. Her class is apparently using some book that is available as an online book (there's a database that scans books and makes them available to students online). However, the most recent version of this book is not available online. She wanted to know how to MAKE the database put the most recent version of the book online. I told her that I could take down the info and put in an inquiry to one of the librarians, but that my guess was that the publisher wasn't about to give up the most recent version of a book for free use. After all, why publish a book if you don't want to make any money from it? I imagine the older version is free simply because there is a newer version.
She was getting more and more upset as the conversation went on. "Well, why doesn't the school demand it? They're paying for the database!" Yes. Good job. But it's completely out of the school's control what the database has available to put online. "Well, request it." Request WHAT? That the publisher change their mind, decide to distribute a new book for free and lose all sales? She said, "Well, then everyone in the class wouldn't have to go out and buy it." Yes, good job. Gold star for you. Unfortunately, she didn't realize that she answered her own question.
But come on, people. It doesn't hurt to see if you can get something for a lower price or for free, but to expect things for free is an entirely different story. It's like the people who go into stores looking for damaged merchandise, then demanding a discount. In my retail days, I would always smile sweetly, go to the merchandise section, choose a shiny new item, and say, "Oh HERE you go! It's in PERFECT condition! YAY! Full price, plz."
I could probably turn this into a "deep thought," but I'd really rather not. I just wonder where this sense of entitlement comes from and when it became okay to express this entitlement angrily at the people who won't bestow it.
It's the beginning of the semester, and we have an endless stream of students coming in to the library, asking if we carry a certain book that they need for their class. I know books can be expensive--especially at the graduate level--but that's part of going to school. Hell, I certainly checked out a few books here and there throughout my grad school days that were needed only for a week or two.
BUT.
There's a difference between asking just to see if we have it, and getting visibly upset that we don't have it. "Well, I don't want to pay for the book." Okay, then don't go to school. Tonight, I had a girl come in and ask why all of the electronic books available to students were not the most recent version of the books. Her class is apparently using some book that is available as an online book (there's a database that scans books and makes them available to students online). However, the most recent version of this book is not available online. She wanted to know how to MAKE the database put the most recent version of the book online. I told her that I could take down the info and put in an inquiry to one of the librarians, but that my guess was that the publisher wasn't about to give up the most recent version of a book for free use. After all, why publish a book if you don't want to make any money from it? I imagine the older version is free simply because there is a newer version.
She was getting more and more upset as the conversation went on. "Well, why doesn't the school demand it? They're paying for the database!" Yes. Good job. But it's completely out of the school's control what the database has available to put online. "Well, request it." Request WHAT? That the publisher change their mind, decide to distribute a new book for free and lose all sales? She said, "Well, then everyone in the class wouldn't have to go out and buy it." Yes, good job. Gold star for you. Unfortunately, she didn't realize that she answered her own question.
But come on, people. It doesn't hurt to see if you can get something for a lower price or for free, but to expect things for free is an entirely different story. It's like the people who go into stores looking for damaged merchandise, then demanding a discount. In my retail days, I would always smile sweetly, go to the merchandise section, choose a shiny new item, and say, "Oh HERE you go! It's in PERFECT condition! YAY! Full price, plz."
I could probably turn this into a "deep thought," but I'd really rather not. I just wonder where this sense of entitlement comes from and when it became okay to express this entitlement angrily at the people who won't bestow it.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
From nothing to something!
Whew, it's been a crazy week since I last updated! I guess all it took was to complain that there was nothing to blog about and I got stuff! Ha!
Anyway, last Saturday... I did the library thing, then enjoyed a night out with someone I never get to see. Fantastic evening all around! Sunday, I played the part of my old Sully job and worked the Civil War event. It was kind of fun being there--even if it's not often, it keeps my toe in the history door. The rest of the week was spent getting my apartment in order. My parents and sister got here on Wednesday night. They moved her into Mason on Thursday morning, then dad came over with the furniture and we (by "we" I mean pretty much dad and Alex) got the furniture into my apartment. There was a period of about 5 minutes in which we were almost 100% certain that the couch wasn't going to fit through the door. It wouldn't fit right side up, but (for whatever reason) it fit upside down. Who knows. But now grandma's couch is in front of my TV until I figure out how to arrange the living room. I'd kind of like to keep both couches, but I'm not totally sure how that will work. I think I'd feel better if I got a slipcover for my old couch.
Anyway! I had yesterday off and really just bummed around with mom and dad. Went to breakfast, took them out to Manassas Battlefield so they could see all of the deforestation I caused (it's kind of cool to know that I'm responsible for a whole field of downed trees), and then went for lunch. I took the afternoon to hang out at home, put some clothes away, and read a book, then I went back out with mom and dad for dinner and coffee, watched some Olympics, and went to bed.
I'm librarying from 9-5 today, then going to dinner and shopping with the family. I won't see mom and dad again before they leave to go back to Ohio, since I'm funeraling from 9-5 tomorrow. I'm glad for that in a way, because then I don't have to see dad get all teary over leaving Hayley here! And THEN life kind of gets back to normal next week.
Unfortunately, next week means "normal" library hours in which my schedule turns to 11-7 or 2-10 during the week. Boo. It looks like I have Fridays off, at least for a couple weeks. That may switch to Mondays, but who knows? And, of course, I will be overworking myself by doing one day a week in which I funeral from 8-1 and library from 2-10. But that means more money, so I can't complain toooooo much (even though I will).
Ahhh, anyway. That's enough for now. I hopefully have an exciting month coming up with lots of "Dear Diary" moments. ;)
Anyway, last Saturday... I did the library thing, then enjoyed a night out with someone I never get to see. Fantastic evening all around! Sunday, I played the part of my old Sully job and worked the Civil War event. It was kind of fun being there--even if it's not often, it keeps my toe in the history door. The rest of the week was spent getting my apartment in order. My parents and sister got here on Wednesday night. They moved her into Mason on Thursday morning, then dad came over with the furniture and we (by "we" I mean pretty much dad and Alex) got the furniture into my apartment. There was a period of about 5 minutes in which we were almost 100% certain that the couch wasn't going to fit through the door. It wouldn't fit right side up, but (for whatever reason) it fit upside down. Who knows. But now grandma's couch is in front of my TV until I figure out how to arrange the living room. I'd kind of like to keep both couches, but I'm not totally sure how that will work. I think I'd feel better if I got a slipcover for my old couch.
Anyway! I had yesterday off and really just bummed around with mom and dad. Went to breakfast, took them out to Manassas Battlefield so they could see all of the deforestation I caused (it's kind of cool to know that I'm responsible for a whole field of downed trees), and then went for lunch. I took the afternoon to hang out at home, put some clothes away, and read a book, then I went back out with mom and dad for dinner and coffee, watched some Olympics, and went to bed.
I'm librarying from 9-5 today, then going to dinner and shopping with the family. I won't see mom and dad again before they leave to go back to Ohio, since I'm funeraling from 9-5 tomorrow. I'm glad for that in a way, because then I don't have to see dad get all teary over leaving Hayley here! And THEN life kind of gets back to normal next week.
Unfortunately, next week means "normal" library hours in which my schedule turns to 11-7 or 2-10 during the week. Boo. It looks like I have Fridays off, at least for a couple weeks. That may switch to Mondays, but who knows? And, of course, I will be overworking myself by doing one day a week in which I funeral from 8-1 and library from 2-10. But that means more money, so I can't complain toooooo much (even though I will).
Ahhh, anyway. That's enough for now. I hopefully have an exciting month coming up with lots of "Dear Diary" moments. ;)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
How do you blog about nothing?
If I knew the answer to this question, I would have been blogging every day for the last week! It's really been a fairly uneventful stretch of time. Last week, one of my co-workers was off and the library was REALLY quiet, so work was near coma-inducing every day. Not much went on after work, so there wasn't anything to write about then, either!
I was on call 2 nights, but didn't get a call (just lost sleep, as usual). Sunday at the funeral home did bring some interesting stories. I think 5 people died in the 7 hours I was manning the phone--that would have been $400 for me if they'd all gone 12 hours earlier! Ha! Then these two completely insane women came into the funeral home crying and wanting to look at urns and questioning the craftsmanship of the marble and wanting to know where they could get one that "hadn't been touched by all these, you know, people," and it was obnoxious to the point of amusement.
Other than that, I suppose no news is good news. I've got some SERIOUS work to do around my apartment, trying to get things in order for new ("new") furniture. Mid-August is suddenly here and I am wondering where JULY went. I'll be volunteering my time out at Sully on Sunday for Civil War weekend... seems my replacement decided it would be a good weekend to take a vacation, so I offered to give a helping hand out of the goodness of my heart. This should be considerably less stressful than WWII weekend--more visitors, but even fewer things are even remotely my responsibility, and it's just for one day. We'll see! Right now, I think I'm just looking forward to September. :)
I was on call 2 nights, but didn't get a call (just lost sleep, as usual). Sunday at the funeral home did bring some interesting stories. I think 5 people died in the 7 hours I was manning the phone--that would have been $400 for me if they'd all gone 12 hours earlier! Ha! Then these two completely insane women came into the funeral home crying and wanting to look at urns and questioning the craftsmanship of the marble and wanting to know where they could get one that "hadn't been touched by all these, you know, people," and it was obnoxious to the point of amusement.
Other than that, I suppose no news is good news. I've got some SERIOUS work to do around my apartment, trying to get things in order for new ("new") furniture. Mid-August is suddenly here and I am wondering where JULY went. I'll be volunteering my time out at Sully on Sunday for Civil War weekend... seems my replacement decided it would be a good weekend to take a vacation, so I offered to give a helping hand out of the goodness of my heart. This should be considerably less stressful than WWII weekend--more visitors, but even fewer things are even remotely my responsibility, and it's just for one day. We'll see! Right now, I think I'm just looking forward to September. :)
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Dreams and politics.
Dreams are so weird. Besides the fact that they very rarely make sense, they give you a unique experience that (no matter how many times you tell anyone about it), only YOU have ever experienced. Occasionally, they also provide insight into the future, but those are few and far between and generally not worth stressing out about too much. (That's a whole other blog anyway!)
Back to my point. I will occasionally have a dream about someone that I don't see very often (or haven't seen in a long time). While they can be fun, they usually drive me crazy! I feel like I spent a fun day (or two) with someone, I have all the memories of the experiences and conversations that we had... except that they didn't happen! So, the next time I see or talk to the person that was in my dream, it's almost awkward because I have these amazing memories... but they have no recollection of any of it! How sad for me.
So that was the first thing I dealt with this morning. After I finished writing an e-mail about that experience, I opened up the next e-mail. It's a WHOLE OTHER KIND OF WEIRD.
Ahh, but I didn't. No, instead I crafted a very calm (for me) response and said:
Seriously, people. I know we all have our political views and preferences, but what if I slapped up a McCain Youtube link and said, "OH MY GOD, McCain is going to put all women into concentration camps and make them drill for oil during hurricanes in Texas!!!!" That might come close to the ridiculous untruths being circulated in that Obama e-mail.
After that, my day got moderately better... so I'm hoping this evening is great! I've been 11-8 at the library today, allll by myself. This is nice in a way, but it's pretty lonely. Add to that the fact that it's the end of summer session and nobody's really in class anymore, and we have a very. quiet. day. It's too bad I'm not writing a (real) novel; I could get some serious work done on it on a day like today! :)
Back to my point. I will occasionally have a dream about someone that I don't see very often (or haven't seen in a long time). While they can be fun, they usually drive me crazy! I feel like I spent a fun day (or two) with someone, I have all the memories of the experiences and conversations that we had... except that they didn't happen! So, the next time I see or talk to the person that was in my dream, it's almost awkward because I have these amazing memories... but they have no recollection of any of it! How sad for me.
So that was the first thing I dealt with this morning. After I finished writing an e-mail about that experience, I opened up the next e-mail. It's a WHOLE OTHER KIND OF WEIRD.
Um, yeah. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? The person who sent this to me quite clearly does not know me, even the tiniest little bit. It was all I could do NOT to write back and say, "Listen here, you right-wing, psychotic bitch, the fact that you clearly have no real knowledge about the history of our country or what the founding fathers were hoping for is enough to make me lose all respect for you, but the fact that you twist a speech that is supposed to bring our country together and give it your super special Conservative Christian Sunshine makes me want to never have contact with you again!"This should give us something to ponder.Dear Friends,As I was listening to a news program last night, I watched in horror as Barack Obama made the statement with pride. . .'we are no longer a Christian nation; we are now a nation of Christians, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, . . . As with so many other statements I've heard him (and his wife) make, I never thought I'd see the day that I'd hear something like that from a presidential candidate in this nation. To think our forefathers fought and died for the right for our nation to be a Christian nation--and to have this man say with pride that we are no longer that. How far this nation has come from what our founding fathers intended it to be.I hope that each of you will do what I'm doing now--send your concerns, written simply and sincerely, to the Christians on your email list. With God's help, and He is still in control of this nation and all else, we can show this man and the world in November that we are, indeed, still a Christian nation!Please pray for our nation!
Ahh, but I didn't. No, instead I crafted a very calm (for me) response and said:
If I could kindly ask you to take me off the mailing list when you send out this kind of thing, that would be great. Otherwise, you'll start getting responses listing all of the blatant historical inaccuracies in the e-mail, as well as my own political views, which are drastically different than this e-mail! :) Thanks!Ugh. The person who sent it to me is one of my aunts on my dad's side that I haven't seen in, oh... 22 years? That whole side of the family will occasionally send out "YAY FOR PRAYING" e-mails or "PRAY FOR OUR BRAVE SOLDIERS SRSLY" e-mails, but those are easy enough to ignore.
Seriously, people. I know we all have our political views and preferences, but what if I slapped up a McCain Youtube link and said, "OH MY GOD, McCain is going to put all women into concentration camps and make them drill for oil during hurricanes in Texas!!!!" That might come close to the ridiculous untruths being circulated in that Obama e-mail.
After that, my day got moderately better... so I'm hoping this evening is great! I've been 11-8 at the library today, allll by myself. This is nice in a way, but it's pretty lonely. Add to that the fact that it's the end of summer session and nobody's really in class anymore, and we have a very. quiet. day. It's too bad I'm not writing a (real) novel; I could get some serious work done on it on a day like today! :)
Monday, August 4, 2008
Okay, seriously.
Perhaps this is simply an extension of my inefficiency rant, but I honestly do not understand people.
(1) If you are going to place a phone call, be ready to listen to what the other person says. Do not call me, let me say, "Resource Center, this is Kelly, how can I help you," and then pause and say, "Hello? What is this? Is this the library? Who is this?" For the love of GOD. SERIOUSLY. Having to repeat myself is obnoxious.
(2) If you are going to call someone to ask a question, do the groundwork. Don't call someone and expect them to both do the groundwork AND find the answer for you. If you have a question about a book, please know the title of the book. THX. SRSLY.
(3) If you are going to own a laptop computer and use it for something even remotely resembling work or academic purposes, please familiarize yourself with how your computer works. Do not bring me your laptop and say, "How do I use a flash drive?" Um, hi. Welcome to grad school. SERIOUSLY.
(4) If you have waited until the last possible day to complete your research, do not get snippy with the people trying to help you complete the research. It is not their fault that you have procrastinated. These people are procrastinators themselves, but they know better than to blame other people for their lack of ability to get something done early. So be nice to them if they are trying to help you. THX. SRSLY.
Ugh. It's just been one of those days. Usually I have these days on Saturdays (which seems like the day of the week that all of the crazies come to the library), but I guess it's Monday this week.
Speaking of UGH, I really wish my mother would learn that she can either try to run things AND HELP them try to run, or if she doesn't want any part in doing any of the work, she therefore gives up the right to try to run it. KTHXBAI. Wow, will I be glad when September is here. Anyone want to help move an antique bedroom set and a couch in a couple weeks? Yeah, didn't think so.
All that aside, I've really gotten into the show Mad Men on AMC. It doesn't seem like something that would normally appeal to me, but I just love it. I've gone through 9 episodes in 2 days and need to finish the next 6 episodes before Saturday (when they disappear from On Demand). I don't necessarily think it's the storyline that appeals to me (a bunch of people who work in advertising), but just the early 1960's setting. No, it's not just their mentions of the Kennedy campaign (though that's certainly a perk), but they really did a pretty good job at capturing that whole era. At any rate, I'm now completely absorbed and would like to go home and watch more, please.
So, that about sums up my weekend. The funeral home was slowwwwww on Sunday. I was so bored that I started cleaning chair railing. Funny story there, though--I was cleaning part of a visitation room, and I left the door open and light on while I went to the back to get more paper towels. When I got back to the visitation room, the door was closed and the lights were out. I opened the door, turned on the light, and there was a man in his casket. This man was not there when I left the room 5 minutes earlier. This was startling, but funny, and I said hello to him and continued cleaning. Unfortunately, he was blocking a section of railing that had yet to be cleaned, but I suppose he can be forgiven. It wasn't his fault--I'm sure if he'd had a say in it, he'd have let me clean that wall before taking up the space.
Ahh, my life.
(1) If you are going to place a phone call, be ready to listen to what the other person says. Do not call me, let me say, "Resource Center, this is Kelly, how can I help you," and then pause and say, "Hello? What is this? Is this the library? Who is this?" For the love of GOD. SERIOUSLY. Having to repeat myself is obnoxious.
(2) If you are going to call someone to ask a question, do the groundwork. Don't call someone and expect them to both do the groundwork AND find the answer for you. If you have a question about a book, please know the title of the book. THX. SRSLY.
(3) If you are going to own a laptop computer and use it for something even remotely resembling work or academic purposes, please familiarize yourself with how your computer works. Do not bring me your laptop and say, "How do I use a flash drive?" Um, hi. Welcome to grad school. SERIOUSLY.
(4) If you have waited until the last possible day to complete your research, do not get snippy with the people trying to help you complete the research. It is not their fault that you have procrastinated. These people are procrastinators themselves, but they know better than to blame other people for their lack of ability to get something done early. So be nice to them if they are trying to help you. THX. SRSLY.
Ugh. It's just been one of those days. Usually I have these days on Saturdays (which seems like the day of the week that all of the crazies come to the library), but I guess it's Monday this week.
Speaking of UGH, I really wish my mother would learn that she can either try to run things AND HELP them try to run, or if she doesn't want any part in doing any of the work, she therefore gives up the right to try to run it. KTHXBAI. Wow, will I be glad when September is here. Anyone want to help move an antique bedroom set and a couch in a couple weeks? Yeah, didn't think so.
All that aside, I've really gotten into the show Mad Men on AMC. It doesn't seem like something that would normally appeal to me, but I just love it. I've gone through 9 episodes in 2 days and need to finish the next 6 episodes before Saturday (when they disappear from On Demand). I don't necessarily think it's the storyline that appeals to me (a bunch of people who work in advertising), but just the early 1960's setting. No, it's not just their mentions of the Kennedy campaign (though that's certainly a perk), but they really did a pretty good job at capturing that whole era. At any rate, I'm now completely absorbed and would like to go home and watch more, please.
So, that about sums up my weekend. The funeral home was slowwwwww on Sunday. I was so bored that I started cleaning chair railing. Funny story there, though--I was cleaning part of a visitation room, and I left the door open and light on while I went to the back to get more paper towels. When I got back to the visitation room, the door was closed and the lights were out. I opened the door, turned on the light, and there was a man in his casket. This man was not there when I left the room 5 minutes earlier. This was startling, but funny, and I said hello to him and continued cleaning. Unfortunately, he was blocking a section of railing that had yet to be cleaned, but I suppose he can be forgiven. It wasn't his fault--I'm sure if he'd had a say in it, he'd have let me clean that wall before taking up the space.
Ahh, my life.
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