Still Looking
We're still looking for a house. There was one that looked like it might have had potential, but then we went for a second look and decided that it wasn't worth the price and wasn't worth the effort it would take to make it what we wanted to make it.
So, back to square one.
I'm hoping we can go back out next Sunday to look at more houses. We've expanded our search, but I really don't want to live in suburbia (except Roseville, Falcon Heights, Lauderdale, etc). So we'll see if this expansion helps or just keeps taking us further out of the city. And I'd prefer not live in Minneapolis either. I don't think I'm going to waver on that.
With all this, I have so much going on in the next couple of weeks. This week is pretty tame. But NEXT week is Hell Week. In which I have papers due, work every day, tests to study for, and on top of all of it I have to think about looking for houses. So suffice to say, I can just see the stress coming. I can see myself becoming completely insufferable.
I'm also a bit worried about our group project that is due next week. Because while my friend Alicia is in my group, another girl is in my group who got upset with me and my friends in our other class the other night. For really stupid reasons. Basically, the scenario came up if you are a librarian, and a person comes into the library, looking clearly distraught, upset, shaking, crying, etc, and they ask for a book on suicide, do you give it to them. This girl said 'no!' and said that she wouldn't feel right giving htem a book, she would tell them that they could talk to her and see if she could help.... And we just continued the discussion by saying that yes, we certainly give htem the book because, as librarians, it is our job to give them that book. That we cannot presume that this person is suicidal based on their actions. We could possibly put in some help numbers in the book, but that is SUCH a presumption and kind of a violation of privacy... So she kept arguing that she wouldn't be able to sleep at night and kind of implied that we were heartless, but we all just kept saying, professionally and calmly, might I add, that we would give that person the book. This girl eventually left the class, incredibly upset by all of this. Look girl. You brought up the conversation in a public place, a fucking classroom of all places. If YOU can't argue your point without throwing a temper tantrum and trying to cut off the conversation at the knees because you don't like the direction it's going in, I feel VERY sorry for you. It's called maturity!
And she's in our group now. And not answering my emails.
FUN.
So it should be an interesting couple of weeks.
So, back to square one.
I'm hoping we can go back out next Sunday to look at more houses. We've expanded our search, but I really don't want to live in suburbia (except Roseville, Falcon Heights, Lauderdale, etc). So we'll see if this expansion helps or just keeps taking us further out of the city. And I'd prefer not live in Minneapolis either. I don't think I'm going to waver on that.
With all this, I have so much going on in the next couple of weeks. This week is pretty tame. But NEXT week is Hell Week. In which I have papers due, work every day, tests to study for, and on top of all of it I have to think about looking for houses. So suffice to say, I can just see the stress coming. I can see myself becoming completely insufferable.
I'm also a bit worried about our group project that is due next week. Because while my friend Alicia is in my group, another girl is in my group who got upset with me and my friends in our other class the other night. For really stupid reasons. Basically, the scenario came up if you are a librarian, and a person comes into the library, looking clearly distraught, upset, shaking, crying, etc, and they ask for a book on suicide, do you give it to them. This girl said 'no!' and said that she wouldn't feel right giving htem a book, she would tell them that they could talk to her and see if she could help.... And we just continued the discussion by saying that yes, we certainly give htem the book because, as librarians, it is our job to give them that book. That we cannot presume that this person is suicidal based on their actions. We could possibly put in some help numbers in the book, but that is SUCH a presumption and kind of a violation of privacy... So she kept arguing that she wouldn't be able to sleep at night and kind of implied that we were heartless, but we all just kept saying, professionally and calmly, might I add, that we would give that person the book. This girl eventually left the class, incredibly upset by all of this. Look girl. You brought up the conversation in a public place, a fucking classroom of all places. If YOU can't argue your point without throwing a temper tantrum and trying to cut off the conversation at the knees because you don't like the direction it's going in, I feel VERY sorry for you. It's called maturity!
And she's in our group now. And not answering my emails.
FUN.
So it should be an interesting couple of weeks.