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I found these pics in a magazine and had to share them with you along with the question “What the hell was she thinking?”. Apparently there’s been some botox and other nips and tucks, but the lips win hands down for utter silliness. I’m sure you’ll agree she wasn’t exactly unattractive to begin with.

Anyway, didn’t get much of anything done today due utterly to DSL calling me.. calling me… I got a message about 2pm letting me know it was hooked up. Oh good. LOL.

Had a dream last night that I got front row centre seats for the Bowie concert, but the stage was so high I couldn’t see him anyway. I am wondering if this is turning into a slight obsession (no comments please Lauren and JP!).

Went to a doll and bear exhibition today, just a teeny little local one but very impressive all the same. After wandering the stalls for a while (and picking up masses of fabric scraps and trims and other bits and bobs for $5 - bargin!) we had a good look at the dolls. Mainly we were filing away ideas to rip off.. erm, borrow later. The amount of work in these dolls was utterly amazing. Makes my efforts look like I’m slacking off! We also picked up some long needles and a stuffing fork (for stuffing dolls, not turkeys) and played with some gorgeous mohair which is used for doll wigs but is also expensive. Besides, part of the bits and bobs I picked up were two doll wigs for 50c, so I’m OK for a while. Have the next two dolls planned already. Have I used the word “doll” enough yet? Speaking of which, I’ve finished one doll and will post a pic when I figure out why my camera is being dodgy. I seriously cannot afford to get it fixed or buy a new one, so it had better perk up soonish!

After the dolls, Mum and I went to the local footy ground to find out what colours the local team plays under. We arrived at half time, so were there when both teams ran back out and were about to start barracking for the guys in blue when we realised they weren’t our team! Ooops. For those dying to know, the local colours are blue and yellow. We kicked some damn fine goals, I gotta say. The subject of football is one I know little about (and tend to go a bit glazed and mind-wandery when people start banging on about it) but I can see how people go for it. We only stayed for a quarter, but were vocal in a ladylike way when goals were scored. Also, I picked up a nice new insult from the angry man down the fence from us who referred to the umpire as a wank maggot.
Local footy is so much more fun than AFL because when the ball goes over the fence, someone has to run down and get it from the gully :)

DSL working like a champ, although Miss Paranoia here keeps checking the phone for dialtone. Old habits. Being online in daylight is creepy and weird, but I’m loving it! :D

Congratulations your ADSL service is now active, you now may plug in all you equipment and start using your ADSL service = Whoo and a whole lot of hoo! And about time too :) Will do all that mindless faffing about with computery stuff tomorrow, although the temptation to start now is quite massive I really do need some sleep and won’t get any if I’m all plugged in.

The new shade sail has been installed at work. It’s to replace some utterly grim blinds we had over the circ desk (grim and also filthy. Apparently they used to be white. I was surprised). In order to really brighten up the place and lift us above the safari suit beige we’ve gone with… bone. For those not in the know, bone is a variety of… beige. I have nothing against beige in itself, but it’s a teeny bit soul destroying working in a big beige blur all day when one craves colour dah-link.

Stayed late at work for a union meeting. Management wants to drag out the new EB thing like they did the last one (that took 18 months, that did), so we had to have a bit of a rant about that. On the way home I saw 4 cars with only one headlight, and all the cars had the driver side light out. Is this an omen? Ah, probably. I’ll write to one of those magazine psychics and find out - “Your Grandmother says hello from the spirit world” “Interesting, she’s not dead.” “Oh. Bugger”.

My modem arrived today and is currently sitting about 6 feet away from me contemplating becoming a paperweight because it is utterly useless to me at the moment. Still awaiting connection by Telstra.

Telstra are to be investigated after it became obvious that they were rejecting applications from other DSL companies and saying the line wasn’t good enough, but the line would then be good enough for Telstra’s own DSL service. Shady shady.

Not a lot else to say, today was the usual mix of sane people and nutters. I have tomorrow off, though so that’s fun.

We finally got the automatic doors fixed which means we don’t turn ever so slightly blue while working at the loans desk. However, after god knows how many months of having to leave the doors open all the time, the air conditioning has decided to have a mental break down and it sounds like several burly blokes with jackhammers are playing about on the roof. Not exactly the oasis of calm a library is supposed to be - although it never is anyway especially not at story time!

Dusted off the turntable tonight - literally. ‘Twas exceptionally dusty although things generally are due to having too much stuff. Anyway, dusted it off and prised open the doors to my record cabinet thingy. I had forgotten so many of the records I have. For example, Simon and Garfunkel which was picked up at the op shop and a large collection of Beatles mainly bought at the second hand LP shop I used to haunt (although Sarah would never come in with me - she said the owner gave her the creeps. He wasn’t creepy and would often save Beatles and Pink Floyd albums for me if he knew I was looking for certain titles). Other albums bought at op shops, on eBay, over the internet but not at eBay, from the classifieds. All three Tim Curry albums right here ladies and gents. Ah, the memories! I was a dedicated tracker of albums back then when my mates were spending their cash on make up and booze. Turns out I already had a copy of “The Man Who Sold The World” but without the mandress cover. Oh well. LOL. I don’t know if it’s just a psychological thing but to me music still sounds better on LP than CD. Perhaps CD isn’t as tactile or something. I think they should add a pop and crackle track to CDs…

This monitor is filthy. Someone call IT support.

Still no DSL news. Still “you have been approved” but apparently it’s all too hard for Telstra to swap my line or somesuch and they’re busy having a lie down and a cup of tea. I am seriously getting to the “if I have to wait on more minute I’ll implode” stage. You’ll be first to know when I implode (as long as you’re standing next to me).

Today we had a Library Consultant in. I don’t know what a Library Consultant does, actually. Looks to me like a lot of standing about and taking photos. I could hack that. He did some nodding too, but I might pass on that and take a teeny pay cut. I don’t know why he came in, although maybe we’re having a facelift in preperation for the 30th Anniversary in December. God knows we need one. The place is painted mainly in beige. It’s like working in a giant safari suit with green accents.

Yesterday’s post was not intended as a whinge, but more of an empowerment. Things need to change and the post in question was designed to be a big black line under parts of my life I can do without. Do not think for one second I am in any misery. I probably should have put this disclaimer on the actual post, but really why do I need to? OK, fair enough at this point in my life I’m looking at things a bit more closely than I have before and yes, there’s stuff I need to work through and yes, some of that stuff is going to be worked through here. If you don’t like it, piss off. Quite simple. My personality on this page is quite different to my RL personality, I should point that out.
Ah fuck it, you get oneshit head thinking he knows everything and end up trying to justify your entire life. Post has been deleted, I apologise for expressing myself. I promise it won’t happen again.

Anyway, moving on. There has been a travesty at work in the form of fiddling the hold queue for the new Harry Potter. One would think that the first 150 people on the list would get their holds in first. But no! The list has been shuffled into no kind of order at all. As far as we can tell it’s to stop borrowers at the teeny country library service we are linked to from getting their hands on our copies. However, it does mean than some people from that first 150 (me included, otherwise we wouldn’t have noticed) aren’t going to get their copies for another three weeks. It hardly seems fair to take a first come first serve policy and change it to first come first served if we think you deserve it. I am seriously hoping someone from the general public kicks up a stink because my own hands are tied by not wanting to take on management and get fired. I’m picky like that.

I don’t know if you are a Daria fan, but if you are I wonder if you’ll be as amused as I was to see that Wendy Hoopes who provides the voice of Jane looks like Jane would look if she were an actual person, and not a cartoon. Jane is my cartoon hero, she really is. I watched some Daria today. I watched a lot today. Today was the day for watching and stitching and that’s pretty much all I did. I dug up an Ardal O’Hanlon video I’d forgotten I had and watched that, then Daria then The Making of Labyrinth which was fascinating in it’s puppetry. I love all that behind the scenes stuff.

Congrats to Tash who passed her english syntax exam - one of the rare few I hear. Yay for Tash!

Hmmmmmmmm. General feeling of out of sortsness which is becoming alarmingly common and I do wish it would go away. Eggshells, eggshells and the cause doesn’t know because eggshells are only there when he isn’t. I could elaborate. I’d rather not.

However, at one point today I was deeply content. Bowie is touring, DSL is almost here (releasing me from my “after 8pm” restriction. I understand some people browse the net in daylight hours! Madness!), my credit card application looks promising. Perhaps it is just the material that gives me a kick, although the moment of today that brought the most joy was the sunlit trees against black clouds. This is a sight that always makes me happy, especially in the late afternoon when the trees are a strong gold colour.

There is much excitement amongst the staff about the next Harry Potter. Personally, I cannot wait to read it. At least 20 minutes today was spent in deep discussion with Diane and Kirsty pondering possible events. Diane also had 15 minutes of fame with a letter in the paper advising someone complaining about the price of HP to join a library and have it put on hold. The shit his the fan in a big way over this, with Pam (incharge of the kiddie stuff) getting into a flap in case Diane had put which library service she is with on the letter - which she didn’t. Why should she? For that matter, why shouldn’t she? Oh it’s all silly and political and brimming with utter nonsense.

“We have now received acknowledgment that your line is ADSL capable and that your service will be installed at your exchange in the next 4 – 5 days.”

I’m at work and should be shelf reading, but this is way funner :)

Today we had a seminar thing about stress. What was amusing was that all these people rocked up to the branch before the actual branch staff, so when we drove in (we all arrived at about the same time) there was a crowd of people looking cold and put out standing around near the staff entrance. Well, I thought it was amusing anyway. Management being put out always suits me.

One thing I learned today was a handy dandy little relaxation technique where you just sit about for a minute or so. It’s like a mini meditation. Very nice indeed.

Have been having a think about my “proper” page (as well as one of the other pages I do which is looking so 1999) and I really do need to do something with it. I don’t know if I want to do a total change of direction or just a revamp or whatever. I’ve been looking at teaching myself some Java and also have picked up a book withdrawn from work about HTML for the more funky effects (generally I build with the most basic of tools). Elsie obviously needs to stay as she’s about the only content I have. Anyway, suggestions as to what to do with Sothereyago.com would be very much welcome, only not if you’re going to be nasty.

No news on my DSL. *pout*

I have finally managed to wrestle this PC back from my mother who has developed an unhealthy addiction to a little game called “Bookworm”. This does not sit well with my own unhealthy addiction to the internet. it is not the same at work, mainly because I am time limited to breaks but also because if I am seen reading Scary Go Round or fiddling about at Bowienet I am then subjected to questioning. It may sound strange, but these things are mine (and, of course, everyone else’s if they go to those places). I do not wish to justify my enjoyment of these sites or any others. I spend much time justifying. You see, I am something of a joke to many people. Being vegetarian means getting comments like “Whoops, sorry, I’m eating meat!!” (which can only lead to the reply “Whoops, sorry, I don’t give a shit“). Being interested in the protection of the environment means that when things like the branch falling on jackie’s car happen I get comments like “Don’t worry, I’m sure the tree will be fine”. Not wishing to wipe out every single possum in the country is “Yes, but they don’t eat your roses” (no, but they eat Mum’s roses. She also likes possums). I shouldn’t let it get to me, really, but after a while how can I not? This is High School again where I was the one who didn’t like clubbing and didn’t wear makeup. Perhaps this is part of the reason I don’t like to meet new people on a one to one basis. I just can’t face justifying myself to anyone anymore. I don’t really care if people think I’m wrong or abnormal or strange in any way, so long as they don’t want to drag me into some conversation about how I am wrong / abnormal / strange. i don’t ask people to explain themselves when what they do is not part of my beliefs or whatever (I pride myself on being a non militant vegetarian, for example). Oh well. Not wanting to explain myself doesn’t mean I’m not going to have to at some stage, and no amount of whinging is going to change that.

Although, at least at work the keyboards work properly. This one (an elderly clunker put on here for some reason I can’t recall) needs some serious whacking in order to force out letters. It is like typing on a manual typewriter. It is also very loud.

My new heart’s desire is a DSL internet connection. I have not been interested in DSL due to the very high cost of the service. Now I find that DSL has made it to my local exhange and I want it. It’s all very well and good to say “I don’t want it” when you can’t have it anyway! Trouble is finding a service I can actually afford. Technically, i probably can’t afford anyone, but technical has little place in my world.

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I think what I most like about this result is the line “Nobody expects you”. I quite fancy being unexpected. Pity I’m just predicatable!

Did not much of anything today. Started a new cross stitch (without finishing the old one - smacked legs!) and went on a little scenic drive as Mum dropped off some copies of the History book to people. Also ate many toasted sandwiches from my new handy dandy machine, including cheese and tomato, tinned spaghetti and baked bean sandwiches. V nice indeed. Yay.

(Yeah, I may have re-joined Bowienet).

You would think that walking into a department store and spending $175 would be very very easy indeed. I thought that it would be very very easy indeed. It wasn’t, now you mention it. I had waited for the stocktake sale as the shop in question - David Jones - is so horribly expensive I thought the sale would be the best way to get vaule for my freebie vouchers. Well, after wandering around in the wrong building (DJ has three buildings in the one area) we (Mum and I) found the DVD section where I planned to spend a good chunk of the cash. The one thing I had planned to get was “The Man Who Sold the World” by Bowie, which they didn’t have. They didn’t have much in the way of CDs, so I turned my attention to the DVDs where there also wasn’t much. This is not a lack of stock due to sale thing, this is a lack of stock full stop. Anyway, got “Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl” and “The Blues Brothers” on DVD and “The Muppets take Manhatten” on VHS. This left me with $125 still to spend. Realised that what we need is a hair dryer as the old one blows sparks (this is not good). So, got a bright pink hair dryer and a toasted sandwich maker (hurrah for toasted sandwiches!) and then eventually a wicker basket. This left me with $25 which I ended up spending on gift ribbon which is pretty and will come in useful for something I suppose. Since they don’t give change for vouchers, I had to spend at least an entire voucher in each department, which was a bit annoying.

About this lack of stock thing. DJs is very much a clothing/homewares shop with some perfume chucked in (lots and lots of perfume - hits you like a wall). I think what’s happened is they’ve gone “Oh, people want books and DVDs and stuff” so they’ve gone for the jack of all trades, master of none deal. I looked at their book section and their computer games section, but there was nothing I wanted which is amazing as books and computer games are my teeny addictions (as well as CDs and DVDs, I suppose). Still, for all the stuff I got today my total outlay was about $20, which isn’t too bad (made up for all that saving by spending $60 on two Bowie albums at HMV who were having a massive sale that I could have played at for a long time, but Mum was waiting, poor Mum).

Mum and I then wandered back to Flinders Street to catch the train with a short detour to have a look at Federation Square. This has copped much in the way of flak since it was unveiled or whatever, but I don’t mind it so much. It’s a lot more interesting than yet another office block or yet another box shaped building with no interest and no soul. I love the paving, which looks soft like rolling hills or something. We grabbed a coffee and had that looking at the Yarra which was nice and calm after the shops which were not calm.

This is number 147 in a series entitled “Cute things my dog does”. Stitch loves to sit up at the table like a people and when he does it and there’s a newspaper in front of him he looks so cute and daggy.

Today (meaning Wednesday, not Thursday) was interesting in the odd way. I did an evening shift to do an internet class but unlike evening shifts of old, wasn’t rostered on desk at all after my meal break. It was strange to have all that time. Class was the usual, with the added attraction of a bloke who’s mother had made him come to the class and I don’t know if he was simply disinterested or (like a lot of men) ticked off at being taught by a woman. I’ll go for the second one as I know how utterly fascinating I am (ha!).

What was interesting though was Buffygirl and her printing. Buffygirl prints out entire discussion forums because she is a loser. She used to print out a hundred pages or so of an evening but recently that dropped to around 40. However, since the printing is currently bypassing the public printer and going to the workroom, tonight we knew exactly how many she was REALLY doing (as she couldn’t nip behind the info desk and pinch them out of the printer). When I left she had done 216 pages ($54 worth). I got to slam the door in her face which was a nice feeling (well, she shouldn’t have tried to come into the work room with me). It annoys me how much she gets to me. In theory, she has every right to use the computers and the printer. i think it’s her attitude that pisses me off. For example, if all the computers are in use she will wait 15 minutes (the limit on most of the PCs) and then hassle someone “You’ve been on there too long!”, but will then sit there for hours herself. Then there’s the stealing of printing and the way she’ll barge up to you regardless of what you’re doing (eg, serving someone else) and demand that the toner be shaken or the paper refilled. Then there’s keeping other people waiting (some poor bloke wanted to print two pages and had to wait for 200 of hers to come through), refuses to pay if the toner is fading even a bit and the fact that she takes other people’s printing. The big one I think is what she is printing. Apart from the loser aspect of printing out entire forums, she also prints erotic fiction. This in itself is no issue and is far different from looking at pornographic images, but the content is foul. Women and snakes, women and dogs, vampires and dead people. So now when I see her I not only loathe her for the massive annoyance she is but I also feel a little ill and utterly creeped out.

Spleen vented, move on. Last night I had a mini splurge online (well, it had been a rough day) and bought a copy of “Creative cloth doll making” which is the book I got the pattern for the current doll from (she’s nearly finished. I just need to topstitch her fingers and sew on her hair) and also two DVDs - Black Books vols 1 and 2. Curse you, Dylan Moran, curse you and all your kin. (You’ll be pleased to know I don’t actually have curse power, although lordy me I’d have some fun with that!)

Tuesday was, so far as being at work goes, the day from HELL. Of the four computers we have at the loans desk, two of them were in a non-working state until 1pm. This was tricky as we had quite a big branch run and also the usual manic storytime rush with masses of people and books and we were using both terminals for loans and couldn’t do any returns so there was a huge backlog when the other PCs were fixed and yick-ola. Also the internet kept dropping out, the branch server kept getting stuck and the public printer had a breakdown and wouldn’t print at all. Once we got everything working (everything except the printer) our library software kept kicking us out. Then, towards the end of the day when I was one very frazzled BITS person, some arsehole wanted me to shred a bank statement he’d printed out. I don’t know why he didn’t just take it with him and destroy it himself, but anyway. He asked me to shred it, i said I would, took his money for the printing and when I came back with his change he pointed at the statement and said “Could you shred that please” in a pushy way (because, although he hadn’t let it out of his sight, someone was still bound to pinch it). We don’t have a shredder at the desk so he stood in the workroom doorway (getting in everyone’s way of course) and watched me unpack the shredder, plug it in (after spending a few minutes looking for a power point) and then shred the bloody thing. “Oh,” he says, “i didn’t realise it would take so long”. Oh fuck off will you?

I’m quite surprised I got that one, actually :)

Plan for today: Go to The Warehouse (a massive bargin type shop) and go utterly mental in their craft supplies section. However, The Warehouse shop we went to is half closed off while they faff about with something or other and so there was no craft section. We went over to the Epping Plaza instead to see if they have any craft shops which they didn’t, but we hung around in The Reject Shop and Spoils (which is kind of another Reject Shop). I did buy a little ugly plastic doll with lovely long hair as I need hair for my new doll and no one was selling that crappy clip on hair.

I am using my Coke CD walkman thing instead of playing CDs via the PC. Reason: I was using it today because I was working with massive image files and needed as little as possible happening on the PC. The sound quality very muching kicking arse on this little player (and the left channel staying put instead of wandering about like it does on the PC) is more fun. It will be more fun until the batteries run out, then I will get over wanting decent sound quality (although the CD I have on is a pirate of some Tim Curry songs taken from LPs, so there’s pop and crackle anyway, but at least I can hear that now!).

There was a thing on the news a couple of days ago about an elderly man who had suffered a fatal heart attack after an argument with a neighbour. Apparently they had been fighting for years over a lane way that the elderly man owned, but the neighbours claimed they had a right to use. A laneway. What a fucking pointless thing to die over.

Must away and sew some arms on. With luck I’ll be able to play TSO tonight (Mum’s been kicking me off the PC late night with new games I installed. TSK!).

Have I used that subject line before? Possibly. Oh well, I’ll sue myself later. I wonder if that would work? If I had lots and lots of money I would try it (lots of money to pay court costs, not to sue myself for because if I already had the lots of money I wouldn’t need to sue myself to get it).

Today was not only windy but dusty again. The sky was an eerie orange shade which boded ill. A tree branch in the car park at work fell over two cars, one of which was Jackie’s. It wasn’t crushed or anything, but slightly dinted and quite scratched.

I was at HQ this morning for a BITS meeting and HQ is always windy, but today it was, well, more windy. Windier? Anyway, Jennet and I being the hard core kind of smokers gave it a bash anyway. It is healthier to smoke in a strong wind because you get less drags as the cigarette burns down at an alarming rate. The BITS bods (as Tony calls us) finally struck lucky on the morning tea @ HQ front as it was Yvette’s birthday today and she ended up with three cakes. Three! What is funny is she’s more a savoury type of person and apparently spent a lot of time trying to fob cake off on people.

Happy Birthday Yvette, I hope you get a smoother upgrade and a silent mobile phone for the weekend :)

Tony was presented with the BITs baby gift which Jennet had picked out. She chose an adorable music box with a little Humphrey’s Corner elephant on it. Too damn cute :) See, if I had volunteered to do the gift shopping, Tony would have been the proud owner of a stack of wet wipes or something. LOL.

Not a lot else to say really. I am in a chatty mood that can only be caused by the bliss of three days off. Queen’s Birthday Public Holiday on Monday, hurrah for her maj!

Knocked off early today (earlier than usual for a Thursday, I mean) and went to buy Mum a present as it’s her birthday today. I wanted to get her a concrete possum from the local nursery but they’ve sold out and the other garden ornaments were tacky tacky (too much disneyness for me). In the end I wandered down to Jing Jok and bought her a little teeny chest of drawers for her art supplies. It’s a nice chest of drawers, a good size for pastels or whatever.

When I got home there was a trail of stuffing on the floor and I eventually discovered my doll in bits in the Big Room. Even though she was up very high, Stich had managed to find a way to get her. Although the arms, head and legs are OK, he’s destroyed the torso. I may try and salvage her, but don’t think I’ll be able to match the skin colour for the new neck as it was many layers of different mixed colours. I was deeply unimpressed with Stitch and he found himself getting the cold shoulder. I’ve dyed some fabric with tea and will start a new doll on Saturday.

We have a new annoyance at work in the shape of a girl we call Baby Buffy (named in honour of one of the most selfish, demanding and deranged borrowers we have who we’ve nicknamed BuffyGirl due to her obsession with the TV programmes BuffyTVS and Angel - one of these days I’ll rant about her too). Baby Buffy barges in while we are serving people and gets ticked off and loud when we ask her to wait a second until we’ve finished. Baby Buffy wanted a meeting with Tracey in order to ask Tracey to sponsor her for the 40 Hour Famine. Baby Buffy insists on coming to 7Up Club which is for primary school kids over 7 (BB is in Year 7 and therefore NOT in primary school). Once in, BB hassles the other kids when they win something (”You don’t want that. I’ll have that”). Today, though, BB made us laugh like drains. She came in to collect two holds, both of which were Eminem CDs and rated 18+ so we couldn’t loan them to her. She was told to come in with a parent to collect them. Jackie served her and afterwards chatted to Di to check our 18+ policy (to see if she’d done the right thing, which she had). Later, BB comes up and says “Am I in trouble about those CDs?”. Jackie says not at all. BB goes on to say that the CDs are actually for her friend and that she had heard Jackie and Di talking about her. Jackie pointed out that she and Di had been discussing the 18+ policy and not talking about BB in particular and that BB shouldn’t listen in on other people’s conversations (nice one Jackie!). Later on again, BB comes up with her friend and the friend asks us to put the CDs under the desk while we go and get BBs sister. Kirsty says to BB “Is your sister over 18?”. BB nods heartily and then says “But I don’t have a sister”. WTF? This is a small sample of what BB tries every day. It is wearing thin.

Also wearing thin is people’s utter lack of understanding about Libraries. We have a display board with the new CD covers on it to show what we’ve just had in. A bloke said today “Why do you have those covers up when you don’t even have the CDs?” I said that we do have the CDs. He says “They’re not on the shelf.” I say “Oh, they’re new and popular. They are probably out on loan.” He says “How do you mean out on loan?”. I say “People have borrowed them”. He says “Borrowed?”
OK, if this was the 12th century and the building was full of monks, i could understand the confusion we get about this. In those days, books were so valuable they were chained to the shelves and therefore never went out on loan (personally, I think the day chaining stopped was a dark day. Shelf reading must have been a breeze). We get people who looked a book up on our catalogue last week and expect it to still be on the shelf. Of course, this depends on the book, but sometimes people borrow things! I know it’s hard to believe in a Library setting, but books do go out on loan.

I suppose it’s just one more example of the “I Me Mine” principle where people think “I want so I shall have” which then moves on to “How dare someone take the book I want?”. I have seriously had people demanding to know who has taken a book out, or demanding that we phone them and tell them to bring it back. Sorry, first in best dressed on this one. Also people asking where they are in a hold queue and finding out they are the 47th person on the waiting list sometimes say “Well, you can put me at the top though, can’t you?”. Yes, we have that power. No, we won’t be doing that.

Looking at July’s roster today I am annoyed to find that the Saturday of my birthday is also the Saturday I am working. I anticipate extra crankiness on that day.

What a great big post about work. Anyone would think I was enjoying myself. I swear it’s just spleen vent (you might want to watch where you step actually). I am now going to play Bookworm over at PopCap Games because it is addictive.