Happy Easter!

Monday, 1 April 2013 00:01
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Today (well, technically yesterday) was a really good day...which was good because Friday was sort of a rough day for me. I just couldn't get myself to be happy.

We went on a date to Gibbs Garden to look at the flowers. It just opened last year after the owner had been working on it for years. He has planted acres and acres of daffodil. Some were blooming, some had already bloomed, and some still hadn't bloomed. He also has one of the largest Japanese gardens in the United States. The cherry blossoms were starting to bloom.

We walked around for about two hours, then just as we were getting ready to leave, it started to rain, so that was perfect timing. Afterwards, we came home and I took a nap because I was exhausted for some reason. Then, we went to the store, went grocery shopping, and bought dinner.

We watched The Raven while eating dinner. The one with John Cusack. Normally, I really like John Cusack, but that movie couldn't really grab my interest, even though it was about Edgar Alan Poe. After that, I just kept watching TV and knitting. Watched the end of the episode of Sherlock I started yesterday, then the first episode of Battlestar Galactica. I am really sad that ALL OF SHERLOCK is only six episodes long. Now I'm going to have to wait anxiously for it to start up again. At least they're an hour and a half long (which explains all the lost time the other night when I was watching and assuming they were just an hour each).

At any rate, it's time for me to try and sleep...I shouldn't have napped so long, but my bed was just so comfortable...

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 Today is the day of crazy people infiltrating my library, apparently.

Crazy Person the First
A skinny blonde woman burst into the library up to my desk and asked me where the vending machines are in this building. I couldn't really hear her, so I repeated, "The vending machines?"

"Yes, the vending machines. Are there any in this building?" she asked very slowly, like I was the moron and she hadn't mumbled at me while looking the other way.

"Sure," I said. "They're downstairs. If you go down the stairs and turn ri..."

"They are LOCKED UP TIGHT," she said, interrupting me. Now, if she knew that there were vending machines in a room that was locked, why didn't she just say that in the first place instead of just asking where there might be vending machines? If she had started off with something like, "Are there vending machines somewhere else besides downstairs? That room is locked" then we wouldn't have had to waste time with her getting annoyed with me.

Anyway...she repeated that the room was LOCKED UP TIGHT again to which I said it wasn't supposed to be. Her response to that was to flounce off muttering about how she's here until 10pm and there's nowhere to get food. I called after her to suggest finding the security guard who might have a key for the door, but she was already in the hallway.

I have two problems with the whole situation, though...the first of which being that I'm the librarian, not the facilities manager, so don't get upset with me for the student center being locked. The second of which is that if you know you're going to be in class from 7pm until 10pm, bring a damn sandwich or a bag of chips from home.

That wasn't the end of her, though. She came bursting back in about five minutes later wanting to know if I knew WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT CART. It's the cleaning lady's cart, so I told her it was the cleaning lady's cart and she stomped off again, out of breath from running up and down the stairs, presumably to find the cleaning lady who could be anywhere in the school.

Vending Machines: Serious Business.

Crazy Person the Second
Last semester, this teacher came in because she needed us to do our intro-to-the-library class for her students. She came in saying how she knew she should have scheduled this sooner, but blah blah blah whoopsiedoodles, can we schedule it now? Fine, okay...well, she just came in again about twenty minutes ago going on about how she KNEW she should have scheduled this sooner, but could we schedule it now?

Because I'm just an adjunct, I suggested that she e-mail my boss. I also wanted to suggest that she keep her gorram voice down because TALKING LOUDLY IN A LIBRARY IS FROWNED UPON.

"Didn't you do it for me last semester?" She has this way of talking that makes you feel like you've forgotten something and she's forgotten something and OH MY GOODNESS, ALL THE FORGETTING IS BEING DONE.

"Yes, but..."

"But she'll be doing it this semester?"

"I don't know, but she's in charge of scheduling the classes."

But instead of saying that she'll e-mail my boss, she asked what time my boss was in and said she'd come back and talk to my boss on Wednesday. People who are afraid of/can't use e-mail in 2013 need to be smacked.

Crazy Person the Third
This one normally wouldn't even have registered as crazy except that it came on the heels of the first two and that is...a girl came in and immediately started talking at her normal voice on her cell phone. After about thirty seconds of conversation, she walked out, then came back in a minute later with her parents in tow. Her mother's cell phone then immediately went off, loudly.

And that's the kind of night I've been having.

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 I feel like many of my entries are going to start out with "Man, I don't understand people," but I suppose that's to be expected in a place I've designated my place to rant, but here it goes anyway...

In my last entry, I mentioned applying to volunteer at an archive. It's a part of the Atlanta History Center, so while I've been waiting to hear back on that, I've been going in to help with mailings. Last week, I went in to help with the mailings for the Swan Ball which is their biggest fundraiser. Today, I went in and ended up sending out people's membership cards.

The person in charge gave me a stack of letters that needed to be folded and stuffed with some additional information and passes. Then, she said that she was going to print some more, but the way she said it conveyed to me that she thought I wouldn't need the additional letters in the two hours I was scheduled to volunteer.

It took me about an hour to finish the stack, so I went back to her and said I was done, but she hadn't printed any more in the meantime, so she said I was free to go.

Meanwhile, I had been chatting with a friend on my phone and mentioned that I was done the stack. He asked if I was going to just "lay low" now that I was finished and when I said I was going to ask for more, he said I was "likely the most productive person there lol."

That bothered me because...it's not like I was getting paid. There was no incentive for me to lie about how long it took me to do the mailings.
Once I'm done volunteering, I got the rest of the day back. It just made me feel weird...like his main goal would be to be lazy and still get credit for doing a good job.

Being Late...

Monday, 18 March 2013 19:30
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“If you're gonna be late, then be late and not just 2 minutes – make it an hour and enjoy your breakfast.” – David Brent

My father is always late. It doesn't matter if he's been awake for five minutes or five hours--he is always late. If we need to leave at 4:00pm to go somewhere, at 3:42pm, he'll announce that he has to take a shower and disappear.

I've tried to battle this in different ways. The most almost-successful one was the time I told him we needed to leave for Christmas dinner at my cousin's a half an hour before we actually had to leave. He was about to step in the shower when he asked my step-mother, who I hadn't told of the plan, what time we had to leave. She gave him the correct time, much to my chagrin, and he went and did whatever he does in his office for another twenty minutes before he got in the shower and we left late...again.

As an adult, in charge of my own schedule, I try my very hardest to not be late. I've found that it's more difficult to be on time the closer where I need to be is to my house. For example, this morning I had an eye doctor appointment about three miles from where I live, yet I walked out the door with only a few precious minutes to spare...then I found out that I had put the wrong time on my calendar, so I was a half an hour early for the appointment anyway. That's only annoying because I could have used that extra thirty minutes of sleep.

We were also a little late going down to Macon yesterday for the Cherry Blossom Festival parade, but that was due to...I'm not sure what. Maybe letting the dogs out one more time before we left. I forget. It didn't matter in the long run, though, as we were the first to make it to the rendezvous site anyway.

The parade itself was fast once it got started. There was more in the way of marching and less in the way of stopping to get pictures with people. It also felt really long, but that might be because it looped back around on itself. I think we ended up actually marching for about six or eight blocks. I can't find any pictures of us online. I hope someone posts something soon...


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