I love my job
So last night was my rotating nightshift at the library which means I had to be there from 4-11pm. At least I was working with Maura who is absolutely awesome, and Kyle whom I didn't know very well, but he's pretty cool.
This old German man came in and started complaining about his overdue books. Somehow from that he segued into a 30 minute discussion on the criminal mind and philosophy. Upon finding out that I'm a philosophy major he started interrogating me on the subject of the mind and consciousness which is so hard to have an opinion about. I told him that I feel that I have a very naturalistic view on it, meaning that I don't believe in an unexplained consciousness, I only think that we don't have the tools to explain it just yet. He told me that I was absolutely wrong and that there is no way to explain it in any biological way. "Right", I said, "I can't explain it either at the moment, and there is a good chance that a meteor will hit the earth and kill us all before we can have the knowledge and the technology to be able to explain the workings of our minds, but that doesn't mean that the explanation isn't possible". He tried to get me to agree that the Big Bang theory was bullshit, and I told him that the only reason people think it's bullshit is because we are all essentialy selfish and self centered. Why do we think we're so special? Why do we think that there has to be a purpose for our existance. It's all a big fucking fluke if you ask me. Then he called me an existentialist. And that's when I won. =D
So as a tradition we ordered pizza and and Maura put on some reggae music. I tried to read Kripke's lecture on naming and necessity, and that just wasn't working out, so I ended up talking to Maura about relationships and philosophy and planning or not planning our lives. Then her boyfriend came with some Family Guy episodes and a really fat joint which the four of us smoked outside the library windows. Kyle got really really paranoid that we were gonna get caught because apparently some of the smoke got into the library and a couple of people said they could smell it. I tell, you dealing with cranky patrons while you are stoned and basically in charge of the whole main library at UCSC is fucking scary. I really could've lost my job. Maybe posting this here isn't a good idea, but I think I trust my LJ library friends to not tell on me. C'mon, I'm the most lenient A.S.S. after Bianca, you don't want to get rid of me. =) Aaaanyways, this is getting too long. Somehow I managed to close the library, turn out the lights and even kick out a very persistent lady who usually stays here way past closing. Overall, I did an excellent closing job and had the best Saturday night shift ever.
I looked at the admission requirements for UC Berkeley Philosophy Grad program and it is fucking hard. I don't think I realized how difficult it is going to be to apply to any grad school at all. If I really want to do this (not Berkeley, but anything at all) I'm gonna have to start working my ass off. I feel like every word I write or read, every comment I make in class, could determine the course that my life is going to take. This is where it gets serious. Actually it got serious right as I entered college, but I feel like I have another chance now to do something well and something that I really enjoy. Gah! The pressure!!!
This old German man came in and started complaining about his overdue books. Somehow from that he segued into a 30 minute discussion on the criminal mind and philosophy. Upon finding out that I'm a philosophy major he started interrogating me on the subject of the mind and consciousness which is so hard to have an opinion about. I told him that I feel that I have a very naturalistic view on it, meaning that I don't believe in an unexplained consciousness, I only think that we don't have the tools to explain it just yet. He told me that I was absolutely wrong and that there is no way to explain it in any biological way. "Right", I said, "I can't explain it either at the moment, and there is a good chance that a meteor will hit the earth and kill us all before we can have the knowledge and the technology to be able to explain the workings of our minds, but that doesn't mean that the explanation isn't possible". He tried to get me to agree that the Big Bang theory was bullshit, and I told him that the only reason people think it's bullshit is because we are all essentialy selfish and self centered. Why do we think we're so special? Why do we think that there has to be a purpose for our existance. It's all a big fucking fluke if you ask me. Then he called me an existentialist. And that's when I won. =D
So as a tradition we ordered pizza and and Maura put on some reggae music. I tried to read Kripke's lecture on naming and necessity, and that just wasn't working out, so I ended up talking to Maura about relationships and philosophy and planning or not planning our lives. Then her boyfriend came with some Family Guy episodes and a really fat joint which the four of us smoked outside the library windows. Kyle got really really paranoid that we were gonna get caught because apparently some of the smoke got into the library and a couple of people said they could smell it. I tell, you dealing with cranky patrons while you are stoned and basically in charge of the whole main library at UCSC is fucking scary. I really could've lost my job. Maybe posting this here isn't a good idea, but I think I trust my LJ library friends to not tell on me. C'mon, I'm the most lenient A.S.S. after Bianca, you don't want to get rid of me. =) Aaaanyways, this is getting too long. Somehow I managed to close the library, turn out the lights and even kick out a very persistent lady who usually stays here way past closing. Overall, I did an excellent closing job and had the best Saturday night shift ever.
I looked at the admission requirements for UC Berkeley Philosophy Grad program and it is fucking hard. I don't think I realized how difficult it is going to be to apply to any grad school at all. If I really want to do this (not Berkeley, but anything at all) I'm gonna have to start working my ass off. I feel like every word I write or read, every comment I make in class, could determine the course that my life is going to take. This is where it gets serious. Actually it got serious right as I entered college, but I feel like I have another chance now to do something well and something that I really enjoy. Gah! The pressure!!!