...and you missed it - Episode 1
Well, I said I'd be back with more info to fill in those who wanted to be filled in. That didn't sound correct at all. But it'll get worse so get over it and admit you secretly want to be "filled in".
So, the job...
I'm still doing the web design thing and it's going. Going well? Well it's going. But I needed to "supplement my income" (a fancy way of saying I needed more money to prevent starvation and homelessness) so I started looking around for job openings. Bear in mind that I am of the opinion that drinking tap water is bowing to "the man" so a job in the public eye isn't exactly what I was hoping for. So I took a day off from my adventures in unemployment and took a day trip to the library; my sanctuary in the maelstrom of stupidity.
I grabbed a video on Japan (a documentary filmed in the mid 80's describing cultural differences (because without PBS we'd never know that all Japanese people want to be American. thank you PBS for informing me of my cultural superiority. lol), a book depicting dragons eating some slow running folk, and a magazine promising me I CAN cook a duck in under an hour. I make my way to the circulation desk where i am waited on by one of the most elderly creatures to still have bowel control. She tells me my library card from 1992 is not good any longer (big shock) and has me apply for a new one which I did and was promptly given a library card that rounded out my collection of South Carolina county issued library cards. I can now check out library books in places that I'm not sure even have libraries.
Did I mention I moved three times in the last year and this last move was back to the town I lived in when I graduated high school? Well, I did. And I brought the potential future Mrs. 8 Bit Quill with me.
Back to the library excursion.
So I get my books with my shiny new card and as I'm about to leave Granny Bookdust says, "Can i help you with anything else?" So I smile and jokingly say, "Sure. Have any job openings?"
...pause for history....
From 1982 until 1991 I was the most commonly abused A.V. nerd in the history of the south eastern United States. I read every book contained in at least two libraries and at age 12 my favorite book was Ivanhoe. Let this serve as my credentials as a veteran library aide and Dewey decimal dilettante of yore. Back to our regularly scheduled blogging...
Granny Bookdust says, "We sure do." At this point I think I responded with something like, "Bu doo fif cubba." The linguistics division of my brain is still deciphering that coded message.
Long story somewhat shorter, I didn't even have to fill out an application. I gave the names of my past librarians and my own name and a few days later I was called at home and told where to show up for an interview with the County Director who promptly hired me with no formal training to do the one job I have always loved. In fact, the job I have loved so much since my adolescence that I never imagined anyone would pay me to do it. But they do. ironically, it's a county job so I am now not only observed by the man via his hidden survelience cameras and invisible men in the invisible trench coats, I am a teat groping cohort of my long-time imaginary enemy. To cope I imagine that Big Brother is on vacation as I now know that county employees get stupid amounts of vacation time annually.
Summary for the skimmers:
I got a job as a librarian. And you suck lice nipples for skimming. That is all.
So, the job...
I'm still doing the web design thing and it's going. Going well? Well it's going. But I needed to "supplement my income" (a fancy way of saying I needed more money to prevent starvation and homelessness) so I started looking around for job openings. Bear in mind that I am of the opinion that drinking tap water is bowing to "the man" so a job in the public eye isn't exactly what I was hoping for. So I took a day off from my adventures in unemployment and took a day trip to the library; my sanctuary in the maelstrom of stupidity.
I grabbed a video on Japan (a documentary filmed in the mid 80's describing cultural differences (because without PBS we'd never know that all Japanese people want to be American. thank you PBS for informing me of my cultural superiority. lol), a book depicting dragons eating some slow running folk, and a magazine promising me I CAN cook a duck in under an hour. I make my way to the circulation desk where i am waited on by one of the most elderly creatures to still have bowel control. She tells me my library card from 1992 is not good any longer (big shock) and has me apply for a new one which I did and was promptly given a library card that rounded out my collection of South Carolina county issued library cards. I can now check out library books in places that I'm not sure even have libraries.
Did I mention I moved three times in the last year and this last move was back to the town I lived in when I graduated high school? Well, I did. And I brought the potential future Mrs. 8 Bit Quill with me.
Back to the library excursion.
So I get my books with my shiny new card and as I'm about to leave Granny Bookdust says, "Can i help you with anything else?" So I smile and jokingly say, "Sure. Have any job openings?"
...pause for history....
From 1982 until 1991 I was the most commonly abused A.V. nerd in the history of the south eastern United States. I read every book contained in at least two libraries and at age 12 my favorite book was Ivanhoe. Let this serve as my credentials as a veteran library aide and Dewey decimal dilettante of yore. Back to our regularly scheduled blogging...
Granny Bookdust says, "We sure do." At this point I think I responded with something like, "Bu doo fif cubba." The linguistics division of my brain is still deciphering that coded message.
Long story somewhat shorter, I didn't even have to fill out an application. I gave the names of my past librarians and my own name and a few days later I was called at home and told where to show up for an interview with the County Director who promptly hired me with no formal training to do the one job I have always loved. In fact, the job I have loved so much since my adolescence that I never imagined anyone would pay me to do it. But they do. ironically, it's a county job so I am now not only observed by the man via his hidden survelience cameras and invisible men in the invisible trench coats, I am a teat groping cohort of my long-time imaginary enemy. To cope I imagine that Big Brother is on vacation as I now know that county employees get stupid amounts of vacation time annually.
Summary for the skimmers:
I got a job as a librarian. And you suck lice nipples for skimming. That is all.