Just another insignificant rant
I'm still, essentially, a coward.
But I did, in a round about way, tell my mother about Gerry and his residency.
Sorta.
Damnit!
*sigh*
Anyways, I know, I know, I'm not online anymore. I've been . . . well . . . you all know I've never been good with that whole IM thing. And paired with my reluctance is WoW . . .
Despite what Gerry says, I am not addicted. If I'm addicted to anything, it's Gerry. WoW passes time until Cassie goes to bed and . . .
Kidding!
Seriously, though, WoW is just because it's something my brain can zone out on. And I get to hack n' slash stuff.
Huzzah!
Gerry's been gone since Sunday. Do I like it? No. I'm to have mandatory time with Cassie. Gerry said I have to. Feh.
You know what the worst thing? The power people in your life have. One word from someone you think is important and you're in pieces and you don't always find them all when you're trying to glue yourself back together.
Sometimes I wish Anne wasn't so Anne-like. I wish she wasn't as serious or as anal-retentive or bossy or a know-it-all . . . I wish she knew how to manage things in her life and not be a coward and actually stand up for herself . . .
Don't make waves. Don't bother anyone. Get out of the way. Be quiet. Don't show emotion. Don't take sides.
Pansy.
No, coward.
Sometimes, in the dark hours, in the darkness, in the night, I wonder what this all means. If my part in it all means anything.
Oh yes, what did Cassie say "You influence children". Yes, tomorrow's adults, today's youth. Brainless, snot-nosed, brats who stand on furniture, throw empty glass bottles in doorways to smash on the floor because they were mad they were thrown out of the library for looking at porn, threaten each other over computers, rip up books and steal them, and bring baseball bats in to beat up someone.
Feh.
No, I don't think we should give up on our children. I just don't think I want to do this anymore. I don't mind waiting on people, but I'm tired of programing and shelving. The same damn books everyday. We have no pages 'cause the city buggered up the hiring process. I don't give a flying fart that April is Fairytale Festival. I don't care. I don't. Extra work for what? Oh that's right. Children's librarians love the gratification of a job well done and the happy faces of small children.
I never claimed to be a children's librarian. I don't care if I'm good at it, it's a job I'm doing so I can pay rent.
What is it that I really want to do, you ask?
Beats me.
Although I would like to go back to school.
For what?
British Literature.
Archeology.
Forensic Anthropology.
Art.
*shrug*
Oh well.
Maybe in my next life.
But I did, in a round about way, tell my mother about Gerry and his residency.
Sorta.
Damnit!
*sigh*
Anyways, I know, I know, I'm not online anymore. I've been . . . well . . . you all know I've never been good with that whole IM thing. And paired with my reluctance is WoW . . .
Despite what Gerry says, I am not addicted. If I'm addicted to anything, it's Gerry. WoW passes time until Cassie goes to bed and . . .
Kidding!
Seriously, though, WoW is just because it's something my brain can zone out on. And I get to hack n' slash stuff.
Huzzah!
Gerry's been gone since Sunday. Do I like it? No. I'm to have mandatory time with Cassie. Gerry said I have to. Feh.
You know what the worst thing? The power people in your life have. One word from someone you think is important and you're in pieces and you don't always find them all when you're trying to glue yourself back together.
Sometimes I wish Anne wasn't so Anne-like. I wish she wasn't as serious or as anal-retentive or bossy or a know-it-all . . . I wish she knew how to manage things in her life and not be a coward and actually stand up for herself . . .
Don't make waves. Don't bother anyone. Get out of the way. Be quiet. Don't show emotion. Don't take sides.
Pansy.
No, coward.
Sometimes, in the dark hours, in the darkness, in the night, I wonder what this all means. If my part in it all means anything.
Oh yes, what did Cassie say "You influence children". Yes, tomorrow's adults, today's youth. Brainless, snot-nosed, brats who stand on furniture, throw empty glass bottles in doorways to smash on the floor because they were mad they were thrown out of the library for looking at porn, threaten each other over computers, rip up books and steal them, and bring baseball bats in to beat up someone.
Feh.
No, I don't think we should give up on our children. I just don't think I want to do this anymore. I don't mind waiting on people, but I'm tired of programing and shelving. The same damn books everyday. We have no pages 'cause the city buggered up the hiring process. I don't give a flying fart that April is Fairytale Festival. I don't care. I don't. Extra work for what? Oh that's right. Children's librarians love the gratification of a job well done and the happy faces of small children.
I never claimed to be a children's librarian. I don't care if I'm good at it, it's a job I'm doing so I can pay rent.
What is it that I really want to do, you ask?
Beats me.
Although I would like to go back to school.
For what?
British Literature.
Archeology.
Forensic Anthropology.
Art.
*shrug*
Oh well.
Maybe in my next life.