The Peerless Joy of the Public Service Desk
Look. I actually remembered I had a LiveJournal thingie.
Here I am knocking out an hour at the Carlson Health Sciences Library Circulation Desk. This is, by far, the most sane library I've ever worked at. The people here are mostly friendly and reasonably competent with a very few exceptions. I'm certain, being the sort of person I am, that I'll eventually become nauseated with at least fifty percent of my co workers. For now, however, everything at work is fairly uneventful and relatively pleasant.
In fact, there are very few people using the library during the Summer Sessions so I don't have to spend sixty agonizing minutes every afternoon acquiescing to the most absurd whims of harried patrons. I'm sure I won't fare as well once the Fall Quarter starts here at Davis, but for now I have to renew a study room key every once in a while and that's it.
If only getting Aidan enrolled in school was such a relaxing experience. In theory, the kids at TC McDaniel (the local SpEd school in Fairfield) are supposed to start class on August 29th. The lady Mark and I talked to at the Fairfield/Suisun Unified School District building "didn't know" when someone could get back to us about enrolling Aidan in classes. Um. You know, school starts next Monday people... I'm just wondering why they don't seem at all prepared for any late enrollees. Not my fault I couldn't get the kid out of Iowa sooner than mid-August.
Otherwise it's situation normal. I have a townhouse in a formerly really evil neighborhood that still has a great deal of stigma attached to it - reinforced, no doubt, by the large numbers of minorities living in that particular area. The horror. I got rid of most of my furniture in Iowa and only half my possessions made it out here, which makes having company interesting. Not that I particularly enjoy having company when I haven't seen my husband and my son for about five weeks. On second thought, I don't particularly enjoy company full stop. I'm trying to foster my asocial tendencies so I can prepare for life as a hermit after I retire.
Here I am knocking out an hour at the Carlson Health Sciences Library Circulation Desk. This is, by far, the most sane library I've ever worked at. The people here are mostly friendly and reasonably competent with a very few exceptions. I'm certain, being the sort of person I am, that I'll eventually become nauseated with at least fifty percent of my co workers. For now, however, everything at work is fairly uneventful and relatively pleasant.
In fact, there are very few people using the library during the Summer Sessions so I don't have to spend sixty agonizing minutes every afternoon acquiescing to the most absurd whims of harried patrons. I'm sure I won't fare as well once the Fall Quarter starts here at Davis, but for now I have to renew a study room key every once in a while and that's it.
If only getting Aidan enrolled in school was such a relaxing experience. In theory, the kids at TC McDaniel (the local SpEd school in Fairfield) are supposed to start class on August 29th. The lady Mark and I talked to at the Fairfield/Suisun Unified School District building "didn't know" when someone could get back to us about enrolling Aidan in classes. Um. You know, school starts next Monday people... I'm just wondering why they don't seem at all prepared for any late enrollees. Not my fault I couldn't get the kid out of Iowa sooner than mid-August.
Otherwise it's situation normal. I have a townhouse in a formerly really evil neighborhood that still has a great deal of stigma attached to it - reinforced, no doubt, by the large numbers of minorities living in that particular area. The horror. I got rid of most of my furniture in Iowa and only half my possessions made it out here, which makes having company interesting. Not that I particularly enjoy having company when I haven't seen my husband and my son for about five weeks. On second thought, I don't particularly enjoy company full stop. I'm trying to foster my asocial tendencies so I can prepare for life as a hermit after I retire.