Warning: Falling Subtext

Two whole reference questions this week!

"Do you have any books on 3D animation?" That's right, a real question and I got him a book! It was magical.

Second.

"Hi, I'm substitute teaching and I need to know how to spell anaphylactic?"

Apparently to more then one person librarian=spell check.

Amazing.

Gentle friends. Those that I love. My most cherished companions who read whatever worthless drivel I shove up here...

Today...Today is a day that shall live in infamy for me forever. It is embarrassing beyond all means, so of course, as is my wont, I am going to share it with you.

I had my keys and a legal pad with me before a meeting and decided to duck into the bathroom for a quick 'freshing up'.

Just as I flushed, I managed to knock the ledger and thus knock my keys straight into the flushing toilet.

I have no idea what possessed me, but before my rational mind had any time to think, I plunged my hand in after the errant keys and retrieved them.

I have since: washed my hands with hot water and soap 3x
washed keys with hot water and soap 3x
covored both the keys and my hands in Purell
wished I was Jack Nicholson's charchter in Good as It Gets so I could have all that soap lying
around aprox. 40x
nearly burst out laughing thinking about it at the meeting 2x

So there you go, Liz! I think that trumps running into the turnstile.

Ok, so here’s the thing with this godforsaken job. Sometimes, it’s actually really nice. You’ll get a kid who needs something so simple and then, they’re so grateful for your help. Like just now. I helped a kid photocopy a few pages out of a textbook and he thanked me about four times. I actually got the warm fuzzies from it. And last week, I added one hapless soul with the databases and he admitted to me that he has not back to school in nearly a decade and computers make little sense to him. Anything I did was met with appreciation.

The rest of the time…I don’t know what to do. The problem really isn’t the kids. Sure sometimes they’re nasty, loud, stupid, abrasive and have the manners of warthogs, but at worst, I have a confrontation with them that leaves me unnerved for a few hours and perhaps results in a talk with a higher up. Short of physical violence, I can put up with their bullshit.

It’s the fact that no one in this place, aside from one very sweet co-worker, give a damn whether I lived or died. Seriously. If I waited for the work studies to come in around 11 and then poisoned myself in the backroom, I’m thinking it would take them until the next day to notice and then only because no one will have opened the library. For those who aren’t in the know, my direct supervisor and only adult companion in the library, has left for bigger and better things. Leaving me holding the bag with very little idea of what to do with it. The supervisor above her has not come to speak with me once since I was hired, let alone since the other librarian left. As of right now, the school has not even announced that the library director has left nor have they begun to advertise for her position.

This means for yours truly: Mostly fucked.

And yeah, amazing resume item. I appreciate that.

On the plus side, unnamed or not, I’m an interim Library Director. Who knew my dreams for the top could be reached so soon?

Well, Steve Irwin died. I'm sure we're all very shocked. Tommorrow I start my new job at College of Westchester for which I am quite excited.

These two facts are of course enitrely unrelated. Or are they? Perhaps the De Vinci code is at work.

I got a fucking job!

Also, I sprained my ankle, but who the fuck cares? Yippie kayo kayay motherfuckers!

Ever get that weird sinking feeling that something's wrong?

Been ages since I wrote fanfic. This one isn't even quite new really. I started it when Batman Begins came out and finally got the impetous to really write it again this week. Anyway, hope it doesn't blow chunks. Read and review, if you have the time.

Crane Rising
NC-17
The life and times of Dr. Jonathon Crane a.k.a Scarecrow
Disclaimer: Details and charchter of Dr. Crane taken from Batman comics and Batman Begins. David Wellington, Mrs. Crane and a few others are of my own creation.


Crane Rising

Girls of Penny, and male subset, thank you kindly for being wonderful in general. And no, I'm not still drunk. I genuinely wanted to thank you. Last night was just what the doctor ordered.

The semester is winding down. I've applied to the CIA, but I better get going on other job apps since I'm going to be out in the cold real world all too soon.

I have a two week break in the second half of May. Love me? Let's hang.

Also I love my new icon. I made it!

Someone I knew all through my years at camp died of a herion overdose. I cannot quite communicate what that means to me. We were not close and I hadn't seen him in years.

But still.

It's a damn shame.

That's all I have to say about that.