Dreams, work, a touch of school-stuff.
First, two dreams: A strange dream of living in a little medieval manor-type thing with my most beloved brother and our father and our stepmother. There was a well at the center of a Muslim-tiled courtyard filled with books, and a dark mossy trough in the garden, under which lay a set of little wooden soldiers carved by one of our relatives, who'd been pious enough that Saint Susan had mentioned him in her Gospel. My brother and I accidentally dropped two of the soldiers in the silvery mud in the far corner of the garden parallel to the trough, and they grew into moving helpers... which was highly needed, because our stepmother was a bloodthirsty demon who killed our father and we had to run to save ourselves.
A dream of a fair in/around/outside a fountain-filled version of the mall, and climbing over dead cars and scrap metal to get to a section run by/about ninja, whose leader was a little mute boy with a lute. For some silly rule reason they got in trouble with the organizers of the event, and were fined a hundred million (dollar-equivalent)... unless they went to the sun-dappled cathedral at the Circle School of Magic and managed to retrieve a long-missing magic staff from the Goddess-statue on its roof.
I've had a couple other ones, but mostly boring because they were about work or missing the old house or whatever.
I had a royal bitch customer at work today, hoo. Work's cut down to four people from five in the afternoon, which makes it a little busier than it used to be. So I'm making sandwiches or something, and a car drives up, and in the interests of not leaving them hanging for 5 minutes (and because I am supposed to be order taker) I get on the line and say my whole greeting spiel, followed by "can I ask you to hold for a minute?" The woman starts giving me her order anyway -- which happens sometimes, okay, I can understand that -- so I repeat, "can I ask you to hold for a minute?"
"No," she says.
I blink. Everyone else with a headset blinks.
"I'm sorry?" I say.
"I'm on the phone and I need to place my order /now/," she says snippily.
I share a dumbfounded look with the guy nearest me at the time -- who's making three lattes while I'm cutting sandwiches -- and say "I'm sorry, but I can't take you right now, you'll have to hold on."
And she mutters something unflattering and drives off.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?
Hate cell phones. Haaaaaaaaaaaate. Yeah they may be useful and stuff, but I feel like they highlight people's asshole tendencies like nothing else.
On the school front, Organizing Information is okay (I get to make a searchable D&D spell compendium for my design project, whee~), the prof for Cataloging & Classification is amusing even though the subject matter is super dry, and my Reference Sources & Services prof reminds me of Dad's mom and speaks quietly enough that I can hardly hear her in the back of the room (where I sit so my laptop can be plugged in, since there's no way Kusogaki's battery will last for 3 hours). Oh well, that class is mostly review of stuff we learned in Human Information Behavior, anyway.
Woo, I have off from work for the rest of the week now~
A dream of a fair in/around/outside a fountain-filled version of the mall, and climbing over dead cars and scrap metal to get to a section run by/about ninja, whose leader was a little mute boy with a lute. For some silly rule reason they got in trouble with the organizers of the event, and were fined a hundred million (dollar-equivalent)... unless they went to the sun-dappled cathedral at the Circle School of Magic and managed to retrieve a long-missing magic staff from the Goddess-statue on its roof.
I've had a couple other ones, but mostly boring because they were about work or missing the old house or whatever.
I had a royal bitch customer at work today, hoo. Work's cut down to four people from five in the afternoon, which makes it a little busier than it used to be. So I'm making sandwiches or something, and a car drives up, and in the interests of not leaving them hanging for 5 minutes (and because I am supposed to be order taker) I get on the line and say my whole greeting spiel, followed by "can I ask you to hold for a minute?" The woman starts giving me her order anyway -- which happens sometimes, okay, I can understand that -- so I repeat, "can I ask you to hold for a minute?"
"No," she says.
I blink. Everyone else with a headset blinks.
"I'm sorry?" I say.
"I'm on the phone and I need to place my order /now/," she says snippily.
I share a dumbfounded look with the guy nearest me at the time -- who's making three lattes while I'm cutting sandwiches -- and say "I'm sorry, but I can't take you right now, you'll have to hold on."
And she mutters something unflattering and drives off.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?
Hate cell phones. Haaaaaaaaaaaate. Yeah they may be useful and stuff, but I feel like they highlight people's asshole tendencies like nothing else.
On the school front, Organizing Information is okay (I get to make a searchable D&D spell compendium for my design project, whee~), the prof for Cataloging & Classification is amusing even though the subject matter is super dry, and my Reference Sources & Services prof reminds me of Dad's mom and speaks quietly enough that I can hardly hear her in the back of the room (where I sit so my laptop can be plugged in, since there's no way Kusogaki's battery will last for 3 hours). Oh well, that class is mostly review of stuff we learned in Human Information Behavior, anyway.
Woo, I have off from work for the rest of the week now~