tuesday
so i want to tell you about my tuesday. it is sort of a long story so bear with me. (is that how you spell bear in this instance? bare?)
right so, i was able to sleep quite late and that makes the day that much better. oh and don't get me started on the people who have to get up at like 5 am. i know i won't be able to sleep late for the rest of my life so let me have my moment.
after getting ready and the like, it was off to work. now normally work sucks but not on this tuesday. my boss was in a good mood. one of my other co-workers was not, but i knew why he wasnt so it didnt bother me. but it was a pretty normal shift. i did that "i recognize your face but don't know your name" with lots of patrons, both students and faculty and with lots of the librarians. that part made me real happy. i like seeing people enjoy doing what i want to do. it makes me feel like i'm trying the right thing in my life.
and somewhere in the shift i saw someone i thought i would want to see ever again. and we chatted and it was a good chat. at first, of course, it was uncomfortable but by the end, i was glad i was able to be an adult and speak to this person without wanting to cause that person bodily harm. so yay!
but in the middle of the conversation i saw a UP (university police office, for the kids who don't know the UB lingo) and he walks behind the desk and says to me "someone is going to be late, but someone is filling in for them". now i have no idea what the crap he means so i ask for him to clarify. it is at this point that my boss says "hello dave. how's ellen?" (ellen, being the night circulation supervisor) so i figure out that this man is ellen's husband and clearly ellen isn't coming in tonight. right so that's fine. but my boss wants to know who he is talking about and again ask for clarification. the office then says "i dont remember things that people tell me, i'm more of a visual learner". and i say OUT LOUD, never having met this man, "I don't think that is some thing a police officer should say". he then tells me how he used to be an educator and tells me that people learn differently and he can remember things he saw in the 3rd grade but can't remember what his wife told him this morning. so im completely laughing at this point because the man with the gun is trying to explain to me that he is a visual learner and that everyone learns differently so then i have to help people or whatever and he comes up to me and says, "i'm dave, tell me your story." so i say the usual, "i'm dorothy, i'm in library science". and he says "so where are you from? i say, "webster, outside of rochester". and he then says to me, "Oh we arrested two drug dealers from webster last month." he then proceeds to tell me a story that two dealers were confronted by an RA, and so the RA calls the UP but when the UP get there, there is a fight and one of the kids runs away and loses his jacket, shirt, shoes and one of his socks. this dealer ends up in the woods but that dave, the officer, was able to get the kid after he runs out of the woods and he tackles him and drops him on the hood of the car and tells him he is under arrest and it is absolutely one of the funniest things i have ever heard in my life. so then he tells me that we should have code names on the circ desk so that it is easier for people to remember our names (ie him) i should be wizard of oz and one of my co-workers should be "teenage witch", her name is sabrina. and of course this whole thing happens in the last like 25 minutes of my shift, which makes it all that more wonderful. so i leave work for the first time, ever at lockwood, thinking i enjoyed myself.
i go home, eat, hang out with julie, help her with things. normal stuff. i go to class every thing is fine. until i decide i want a carmel apple cider from starbucks at our class break. this itself doesn't seem odd. until i get there and i remember it is starbucks, corporate whore-dom at its worse. there are 4 people working, 4!. and only one of these people is actually making drinks. one of them is taking the orders but she might as well have been standing around like the other two because compared to her drink-making, loud-screaming co-worker, she was useless. one of the other girls was moving the cookies and cakes from white plates to read plates. really, is that necessary while there are at least 10 to 15, if not more, people in line. it reminded me of that ad on tv, where one construction man is doing work while three others are watching him. the camera pans up to an office where three guys are watching the construction men and their co-worker, female mind you, is doing all the work. the three office guys say something to the point of "that would never happening" of course as it is happening. right so, one of the worst experiences in a starbucks ever. then i realize that loftan and i are going to be late for class, so i say, ill go back and get my paper (she already had hers) and you get the drinks. so i go back to class and my professor, who is the best professor ive EVER had, says "what happened to you?" and i tell him that starbucks is hell on earth. to which he says "is this new information to you?" "no, no, just reaffirmed". i then tell him the story and looks at me like, "you silly girl, you should have known better". as i sit down to read my grade on my paper. he says something to the effect of "you did a good job" or "good going" or something to that effect and i think he means the starbucks thing, like sarcastically. but when i read my grade he means my paper. he wrote that i would make a great acquisitions librarian and he loved my work and gave me a 9 out of 10. so that was my night class.
the rest of my day is that i go home, chat on line for a bit then watch some TV and go to bed.
it was one of the best tuesdays i have had in a while and i thought i would share with you. how was your tuesday? or for that matter how has your week been going?
right so, i was able to sleep quite late and that makes the day that much better. oh and don't get me started on the people who have to get up at like 5 am. i know i won't be able to sleep late for the rest of my life so let me have my moment.
after getting ready and the like, it was off to work. now normally work sucks but not on this tuesday. my boss was in a good mood. one of my other co-workers was not, but i knew why he wasnt so it didnt bother me. but it was a pretty normal shift. i did that "i recognize your face but don't know your name" with lots of patrons, both students and faculty and with lots of the librarians. that part made me real happy. i like seeing people enjoy doing what i want to do. it makes me feel like i'm trying the right thing in my life.
and somewhere in the shift i saw someone i thought i would want to see ever again. and we chatted and it was a good chat. at first, of course, it was uncomfortable but by the end, i was glad i was able to be an adult and speak to this person without wanting to cause that person bodily harm. so yay!
but in the middle of the conversation i saw a UP (university police office, for the kids who don't know the UB lingo) and he walks behind the desk and says to me "someone is going to be late, but someone is filling in for them". now i have no idea what the crap he means so i ask for him to clarify. it is at this point that my boss says "hello dave. how's ellen?" (ellen, being the night circulation supervisor) so i figure out that this man is ellen's husband and clearly ellen isn't coming in tonight. right so that's fine. but my boss wants to know who he is talking about and again ask for clarification. the office then says "i dont remember things that people tell me, i'm more of a visual learner". and i say OUT LOUD, never having met this man, "I don't think that is some thing a police officer should say". he then tells me how he used to be an educator and tells me that people learn differently and he can remember things he saw in the 3rd grade but can't remember what his wife told him this morning. so im completely laughing at this point because the man with the gun is trying to explain to me that he is a visual learner and that everyone learns differently so then i have to help people or whatever and he comes up to me and says, "i'm dave, tell me your story." so i say the usual, "i'm dorothy, i'm in library science". and he says "so where are you from? i say, "webster, outside of rochester". and he then says to me, "Oh we arrested two drug dealers from webster last month." he then proceeds to tell me a story that two dealers were confronted by an RA, and so the RA calls the UP but when the UP get there, there is a fight and one of the kids runs away and loses his jacket, shirt, shoes and one of his socks. this dealer ends up in the woods but that dave, the officer, was able to get the kid after he runs out of the woods and he tackles him and drops him on the hood of the car and tells him he is under arrest and it is absolutely one of the funniest things i have ever heard in my life. so then he tells me that we should have code names on the circ desk so that it is easier for people to remember our names (ie him) i should be wizard of oz and one of my co-workers should be "teenage witch", her name is sabrina. and of course this whole thing happens in the last like 25 minutes of my shift, which makes it all that more wonderful. so i leave work for the first time, ever at lockwood, thinking i enjoyed myself.
i go home, eat, hang out with julie, help her with things. normal stuff. i go to class every thing is fine. until i decide i want a carmel apple cider from starbucks at our class break. this itself doesn't seem odd. until i get there and i remember it is starbucks, corporate whore-dom at its worse. there are 4 people working, 4!. and only one of these people is actually making drinks. one of them is taking the orders but she might as well have been standing around like the other two because compared to her drink-making, loud-screaming co-worker, she was useless. one of the other girls was moving the cookies and cakes from white plates to read plates. really, is that necessary while there are at least 10 to 15, if not more, people in line. it reminded me of that ad on tv, where one construction man is doing work while three others are watching him. the camera pans up to an office where three guys are watching the construction men and their co-worker, female mind you, is doing all the work. the three office guys say something to the point of "that would never happening" of course as it is happening. right so, one of the worst experiences in a starbucks ever. then i realize that loftan and i are going to be late for class, so i say, ill go back and get my paper (she already had hers) and you get the drinks. so i go back to class and my professor, who is the best professor ive EVER had, says "what happened to you?" and i tell him that starbucks is hell on earth. to which he says "is this new information to you?" "no, no, just reaffirmed". i then tell him the story and looks at me like, "you silly girl, you should have known better". as i sit down to read my grade on my paper. he says something to the effect of "you did a good job" or "good going" or something to that effect and i think he means the starbucks thing, like sarcastically. but when i read my grade he means my paper. he wrote that i would make a great acquisitions librarian and he loved my work and gave me a 9 out of 10. so that was my night class.
the rest of my day is that i go home, chat on line for a bit then watch some TV and go to bed.
it was one of the best tuesdays i have had in a while and i thought i would share with you. how was your tuesday? or for that matter how has your week been going?