The Why it is always sunny when I have to work and rainy when I don't theory.
So I am at the first floor lending desk, and right next to me is a HUGE picture window... and beyond the picture window is the park and above the park there is sky... and what color sky you may ask. Yes friends it's blue. A bright blue sky that would make it the perfect day to be outside it the aforementioned park. Yet you are at the first floor lending desk, which is INSIDE.. AND you are going crazy cause there is nothing for you to do but go online, how many addicting online games can YOU play I wonder. Well I have had my fill I say no more, I will do something productive, like perhaps read the book I have on India, but no I do not feel like reading that book on India says I. So thus I will be spending a few minuets here ranting on livejournal.
SO there could be many reasons the weather is always pleasent when I am occupied at lending desk, and lousy when I have the day off. The first and the one that requires no indepth explanation is that god hates me. Entirely possible, but since I do not presume to know god's feelings on the matter this cannot be assumed. Second it is just by chance that the weather fronts coincides with my work schedule. I wish I had a probability machine to give me the odds on that one. Third I am exaggerating and in fact there are days in which I work that the weather is crappy and when I do not that the weather is delightful. Or another possibility that I think desearves equal consideration to the previous hypothesis. So underneath Pittsburgh there is a much smaller breed of sheep, a breed whose leader the McSheepawitz of the minisheep herd crossed my path by accident one day on his quest for above ground logings for his yearly vacation to the above ground so he can rest from his leaderly duties... so sometime in the begining of may, on my way back from the train station I stepped on his vacation home, luckily or unluckily, he wasn't in it at the time. So he has declared that for 3 months following that one and every minisheep shall follow my everymove but underground (it's amazing what gps is used for these days, I hear they can help you find your golf ball). Since that many sheep in one section of the under world of pittsburgh causes quite a bit of static charge it also causes quite a disterbance in the weather. That is except when I am at work since the library is actually built like a bunker and the static charge is nulified by the thick layers of cement and asbestos. There are a few side effects of this static charge in the library, it also causes the cell phone reception to be not as good and thus people must yell into their cell phones in which case they are promptly yelled at by charlie the guard, dan the coworker, or jonah the building supervisor. I'm supposed to yell to but I don't like yelling. Also it makes sure that every book that a person asks me to find is already checked out or is marked as "lost".
As a side note "lost" means the gnomes that live in the old elevator shaft in the library are reading it at the moment, but gnomes are known to be very slow readers so might as well mark the book as lost. I am still aspiring to convince the gnomes to run and get me milkshakes while I am working.
This has taken only 30 min. my five hour shift to write... sigh. 2 hours to go, then I can eat lasagna yay!
SO there could be many reasons the weather is always pleasent when I am occupied at lending desk, and lousy when I have the day off. The first and the one that requires no indepth explanation is that god hates me. Entirely possible, but since I do not presume to know god's feelings on the matter this cannot be assumed. Second it is just by chance that the weather fronts coincides with my work schedule. I wish I had a probability machine to give me the odds on that one. Third I am exaggerating and in fact there are days in which I work that the weather is crappy and when I do not that the weather is delightful. Or another possibility that I think desearves equal consideration to the previous hypothesis. So underneath Pittsburgh there is a much smaller breed of sheep, a breed whose leader the McSheepawitz of the minisheep herd crossed my path by accident one day on his quest for above ground logings for his yearly vacation to the above ground so he can rest from his leaderly duties... so sometime in the begining of may, on my way back from the train station I stepped on his vacation home, luckily or unluckily, he wasn't in it at the time. So he has declared that for 3 months following that one and every minisheep shall follow my everymove but underground (it's amazing what gps is used for these days, I hear they can help you find your golf ball). Since that many sheep in one section of the under world of pittsburgh causes quite a bit of static charge it also causes quite a disterbance in the weather. That is except when I am at work since the library is actually built like a bunker and the static charge is nulified by the thick layers of cement and asbestos. There are a few side effects of this static charge in the library, it also causes the cell phone reception to be not as good and thus people must yell into their cell phones in which case they are promptly yelled at by charlie the guard, dan the coworker, or jonah the building supervisor. I'm supposed to yell to but I don't like yelling. Also it makes sure that every book that a person asks me to find is already checked out or is marked as "lost".
As a side note "lost" means the gnomes that live in the old elevator shaft in the library are reading it at the moment, but gnomes are known to be very slow readers so might as well mark the book as lost. I am still aspiring to convince the gnomes to run and get me milkshakes while I am working.
This has taken only 30 min. my five hour shift to write... sigh. 2 hours to go, then I can eat lasagna yay!