Friday
Working with the public is a chore. Working with librarians is just as much so. Sometimes I wonder how people can get so weird, then I remember the nature of my job: one has to serve to live and never get acknowledgement of our deeds, just a meager pay. That's bound to make a person a little crazy.
So I ride public transportation. I watch and often am apart of the 8-9am stampede to work. I board a bus that houses a most striking variation of people. Some literally stink, some sit vacent eyed and their mouths agape, some sleep, some gab loudly on their cellphones, and still some listen to obnoxious music that's so loud that everyone can hear it.
I've gone off of some medication, but it'll probably take a few weeks before I see the results of stopping said medication. I'm hoping I return to how I was . . . not quite so mean, depressed, or short tempered. I realized I had turned into what I never wanted to and that, with the health affects, I wanted to stop the medication. Here's to hoping.
I joined Facebook. Why? Dunno. Curious, I guess. The amusing part is that people I didn't know were on Facebook sent friend requests. Amazingly, I knew all but one thus far.
I seriously need to get new pics for my lj. And put webshots on Gerry's pc. And buy a laptop. And a car.
Breathe deep, seek peace.
So I ride public transportation. I watch and often am apart of the 8-9am stampede to work. I board a bus that houses a most striking variation of people. Some literally stink, some sit vacent eyed and their mouths agape, some sleep, some gab loudly on their cellphones, and still some listen to obnoxious music that's so loud that everyone can hear it.
I've gone off of some medication, but it'll probably take a few weeks before I see the results of stopping said medication. I'm hoping I return to how I was . . . not quite so mean, depressed, or short tempered. I realized I had turned into what I never wanted to and that, with the health affects, I wanted to stop the medication. Here's to hoping.
I joined Facebook. Why? Dunno. Curious, I guess. The amusing part is that people I didn't know were on Facebook sent friend requests. Amazingly, I knew all but one thus far.
I seriously need to get new pics for my lj. And put webshots on Gerry's pc. And buy a laptop. And a car.
Breathe deep, seek peace.