Work. Crawford, Texas Files.
I am very sensitive to various patron's odors today. This was aided by the fact that there were about five couples that came in that reeked of really bad old person cologne. Many of the men were also wearing loud, "big fat party animal" shirts over there protruding bellies. It was like there was a senior citizen bus parked outside sent to bother us. (A cute patron just walked by and acted like he was sticking his finger in the electric pencil sharpener and then acted as if he were being electrocuted. If he weren't hot, I would give him an odd look, but I just laughed.)
Okay, today people's questions are just so randomly, insanely vague today I don't even know what to do about it. Some woman just asked where our "resource files" are. Um, huh? Could you be a little more specific? People, just go to the damned reference desk.
I swear I am thinking about starting a website dedicated to Paul and Martin's revolving cavalcade of roommates. They have a new one. His name is John. He is nearly 50 and is a SLIS student. He has cats and a big belly. Martin said we were going to smoke before we left for Crawford so I assumed the 50 year-old would not be smoking with us (not to be snobby, he just didn't seem like the type). The next thing I know, I hear Martin bellow from the living room, "Are we smoking or what?" (While writing that another ancient woman came up and asked a question. I swear, she was wearing gloves. Black gloves. First off, who wears gloves? Secondly, it's summer.) Jeez, Martin, hold your horses. John said the smoke really hit the spot, so Martin proceeded to give him the rest the bag. Then he cautioned, "don't smoke it all." When we got back from Crawford, John was supposed to leave the house unlocked and leave the key for Martin on the coffee table. We get there. The door is locked and there is no key and no John. We are sitting out on the porch when John comes home and tells us that he still needs Martin's key because he went to Sack and Save and they couldn't copy the key, but he was so stoned that he forgot about Lowes. The moral? Don't get your roommates high if they have important shit they need to do. Especially if you are relying on them to get that shit done.
We got some great footage in Crawford and I am glad that we went, although it looked grim at first. I am surprised that it was raining everywhere but Crawford. On the way back I was seriously afraid we were going to die and Martin wasn't helping. The media said there were 5000 people there, but that sounds very high. It was maybe more like 1000-2000. I caught one really interesting incident on tape and I was the first one there. Then all these other cameras showed up. Damn. I hope that the footage turns out, but I will know tonight when I check it out at big M's
Okay, today people's questions are just so randomly, insanely vague today I don't even know what to do about it. Some woman just asked where our "resource files" are. Um, huh? Could you be a little more specific? People, just go to the damned reference desk.
I swear I am thinking about starting a website dedicated to Paul and Martin's revolving cavalcade of roommates. They have a new one. His name is John. He is nearly 50 and is a SLIS student. He has cats and a big belly. Martin said we were going to smoke before we left for Crawford so I assumed the 50 year-old would not be smoking with us (not to be snobby, he just didn't seem like the type). The next thing I know, I hear Martin bellow from the living room, "Are we smoking or what?" (While writing that another ancient woman came up and asked a question. I swear, she was wearing gloves. Black gloves. First off, who wears gloves? Secondly, it's summer.) Jeez, Martin, hold your horses. John said the smoke really hit the spot, so Martin proceeded to give him the rest the bag. Then he cautioned, "don't smoke it all." When we got back from Crawford, John was supposed to leave the house unlocked and leave the key for Martin on the coffee table. We get there. The door is locked and there is no key and no John. We are sitting out on the porch when John comes home and tells us that he still needs Martin's key because he went to Sack and Save and they couldn't copy the key, but he was so stoned that he forgot about Lowes. The moral? Don't get your roommates high if they have important shit they need to do. Especially if you are relying on them to get that shit done.
We got some great footage in Crawford and I am glad that we went, although it looked grim at first. I am surprised that it was raining everywhere but Crawford. On the way back I was seriously afraid we were going to die and Martin wasn't helping. The media said there were 5000 people there, but that sounds very high. It was maybe more like 1000-2000. I caught one really interesting incident on tape and I was the first one there. Then all these other cameras showed up. Damn. I hope that the footage turns out, but I will know tonight when I check it out at big M's