upon my sam! it's a little hard.
as you may be able to discern from my subject line, I've finally entered into the realm of wodehouse.
yesterday the secretary/woman of all trades in the LIS dept. gave me a very nice gift box from victoria's secret containing travel sized shower gel, lotion, and body spray, because, she said, I "am such a help" to her. touching! but I literally have done nothing in that job since I got there, other than walk some manila envelopes over to the cathedral, like, every day. and then I sit on the internet. at least I know that she doesn't resent me for my inertia.
more irrationality ensued when I went to the campus bookstore to buy a copy of the chicago manual of style. it being a friday in the summer, no one was there, so I didn't think that I would have to put my backpack in a locker. however, a nasally employee querulously asked me straightaway if I would, like, put my backpack in a locker. which would entail stuffing it in along with my large pink victoria's secret bag, and removing my wallet, and finding one goddamn book and buying it and unstuffing the backpack, etc. and bear in mind that it was deadly hot and humid yesterday which makes me prone to anger and prone to not want to unnecessarily move anything. so I said "sure..." and then looked at the lockers, and then left the store. which, although to me was a giant fuck you for asking me to go through the whole process and a loss of money to the bookstore, in reality just made me look like I had intended to steal something.
and my indexing assignment no doubt suffers from the loss of advice from the chicago manual. shift-ho!
yesterday the secretary/woman of all trades in the LIS dept. gave me a very nice gift box from victoria's secret containing travel sized shower gel, lotion, and body spray, because, she said, I "am such a help" to her. touching! but I literally have done nothing in that job since I got there, other than walk some manila envelopes over to the cathedral, like, every day. and then I sit on the internet. at least I know that she doesn't resent me for my inertia.
more irrationality ensued when I went to the campus bookstore to buy a copy of the chicago manual of style. it being a friday in the summer, no one was there, so I didn't think that I would have to put my backpack in a locker. however, a nasally employee querulously asked me straightaway if I would, like, put my backpack in a locker. which would entail stuffing it in along with my large pink victoria's secret bag, and removing my wallet, and finding one goddamn book and buying it and unstuffing the backpack, etc. and bear in mind that it was deadly hot and humid yesterday which makes me prone to anger and prone to not want to unnecessarily move anything. so I said "sure..." and then looked at the lockers, and then left the store. which, although to me was a giant fuck you for asking me to go through the whole process and a loss of money to the bookstore, in reality just made me look like I had intended to steal something.
and my indexing assignment no doubt suffers from the loss of advice from the chicago manual. shift-ho!