Lonnnng damn day
Got to work at 9 am. Tried to go to lunch at 1 pm, realized that I had something non-library to do at 3 at City Hall, put it off until 2:30. This meant that when Boss decided to go put books on the sale shelves (she's decided that's her responsibility, since none of the rest of us have time to fiddle around with keeping them all neat and tidy when we barely have time to take the occasional swipe at shelf-reading) I was still there for her to bitch at about the state of my desk. Horrors! The piles of paper on my desk are not neatly stacked, alphabetized and sorted by size! I killed a little time neatening the piles. Gods she's a bitch.
XO happened to be going out to lunch at the same time and asked me if I needed to go pick up the art from the elementary school to be put up in the lobby of the auditorium for people to look at during intermission at the pageant tomorrow.
I couldn't remember if D said she was going to pick them up or if she wanted me to, and D wasn't answering her cell (I know better than leave a message on her voicemail, she's never set it up properly) so I head over to the school... it's only about half a mile from work, I have time to drive over there but if she didn't pick them up, they need to GET picked up soon because the school closes at 2:30.
I get there, the art teacher says that D had JUST left with the artwork, and that she (the teacher) would meet me at City Hall at 3 pm, and was I sure it was okay to bring her two older kids? I told her it was more than fine - the reason we were going over there was so that the mayor could sign a proclamation declaring March YOUTH Art Month, after all.
Managed to sneak back to the house long enough to toss some food in the cat bowls, because I knew I'd be out late tonight. Threw together an open-faced sandwich and ate it in the car on the way to City Hall.
Proclamation signing went well - the editor of the paper made it, although the county commissioner didn't. Oh well. The important thing about having the editor there is that he got a copy of the proclamation and a cute picture of the signing. One of the two art teachers who showed (the third is freaking useless when it comes to doing anything outside of the classroom) brought her two kids, so we have them perched on the desk as the mayor is signing and the teachers and I stand behind her. Thing about a small town is that everyone knows everyone, so as soon as the signing is done, half the staff comes in and starts cooing over the kids, and I couldn't excuse myself gracefully... especially since the mayor wanted to talk to me about a couple things. (Not as impressive as it sounds, really, she likes to talk to people.)
Managed to get back to work on time, and avoid getting into it with Boss... until I tried actually leaving on time, and she called me into her office to help her with something. While I was out there working my ass off as usual, she's been back in her nice little office writing her memoirs.
Yes. I am being literal. She's been writing stories from her life, and doing it on library time. She's up to 14 chapters / stories at this point, and considering she's slower than molasses at typing and does multiple edits of each chapter as she goes along, I don't even want to think about how many hours she's wasted writing her life story and getting paid for it.
In any case, she's managed to fuck up her computer somehow that I've never seen. This is not an unusual occurrence, she can barely manage basic word processing and email. I don't even want to think about the amount of paper and ink I waste because I have to print out everything I want her to look at that is even slightly more complicated than a basic Word doc. I give up fairly quickly, I need to get to the auditorium - it's Dress Rehearsal day, and I need to get my stuff before going in to do spots and the final arrangement of the set. I tell her I have no clue what she did, and try to suggest that XO probably shouldn't be staying late for the second freaking day in a row - not when it's not library business, and she's due at practice for a show that's happening tomorrow. She's been involved in theater productions, Boss knows that Dress Rehearsal is the most important practice of all!
So, XO gets roped into fixing whatever fuckup Boss caused this time, and asks me to grab some ice for backstage. Whatever.
I get there, put the set together (not too hard, it's pretty much inflatables, chairs, coolers and a tent) and head up to the spots. I have a new assistant, C, and I haven't managed to explain to her that while we accept input from the girls' moms with regards to the talent portion of the show, they do not tell us what to do in the group sections of the show. The woman wants to get fancy, and I don't do fancy - I do simple, solid work on the spots and don't fuck around much with the filters and aperture and whatever the hell else. Going in tight and then out and then in and out again... it's annoying and distracting, and we need the attention on the girls, not the light show. The badly done light show if she doesn't quit trying to get fancy with the lights this late in the game when everything she knows about spots I taught her since this Tuesday.
We get through practice, and I'm wishing that I'd never taught her how to narrow the focus on the damn spots. Then D and Cop Sheila decide that they don't like the way that the set is arranged. They want me to spread things around evenly over the stage, so I do.
It looks like crap. It looks like we took a big box of beach toys and crap, and just dumped them on the stage. I reworked it again, and it's... decent now. Needs something, and I realize it needs to be something in the center, something squarish like a tote bag. No problem, Mom Sheila sells the damn things. She's more than happy to bring one she thinks will work with the color scheme.
All told, I spent from 9 am until 12 am (yes, midnight) working today. I'm exhausted, and I'd love a chance to just sleep all day tomorrow. Not getting it, but I want it. Sunday is going to be a day of much-needed rest before the next round of insanity starts.
XO happened to be going out to lunch at the same time and asked me if I needed to go pick up the art from the elementary school to be put up in the lobby of the auditorium for people to look at during intermission at the pageant tomorrow.
I couldn't remember if D said she was going to pick them up or if she wanted me to, and D wasn't answering her cell (I know better than leave a message on her voicemail, she's never set it up properly) so I head over to the school... it's only about half a mile from work, I have time to drive over there but if she didn't pick them up, they need to GET picked up soon because the school closes at 2:30.
I get there, the art teacher says that D had JUST left with the artwork, and that she (the teacher) would meet me at City Hall at 3 pm, and was I sure it was okay to bring her two older kids? I told her it was more than fine - the reason we were going over there was so that the mayor could sign a proclamation declaring March YOUTH Art Month, after all.
Managed to sneak back to the house long enough to toss some food in the cat bowls, because I knew I'd be out late tonight. Threw together an open-faced sandwich and ate it in the car on the way to City Hall.
Proclamation signing went well - the editor of the paper made it, although the county commissioner didn't. Oh well. The important thing about having the editor there is that he got a copy of the proclamation and a cute picture of the signing. One of the two art teachers who showed (the third is freaking useless when it comes to doing anything outside of the classroom) brought her two kids, so we have them perched on the desk as the mayor is signing and the teachers and I stand behind her. Thing about a small town is that everyone knows everyone, so as soon as the signing is done, half the staff comes in and starts cooing over the kids, and I couldn't excuse myself gracefully... especially since the mayor wanted to talk to me about a couple things. (Not as impressive as it sounds, really, she likes to talk to people.)
Managed to get back to work on time, and avoid getting into it with Boss... until I tried actually leaving on time, and she called me into her office to help her with something. While I was out there working my ass off as usual, she's been back in her nice little office writing her memoirs.
Yes. I am being literal. She's been writing stories from her life, and doing it on library time. She's up to 14 chapters / stories at this point, and considering she's slower than molasses at typing and does multiple edits of each chapter as she goes along, I don't even want to think about how many hours she's wasted writing her life story and getting paid for it.
In any case, she's managed to fuck up her computer somehow that I've never seen. This is not an unusual occurrence, she can barely manage basic word processing and email. I don't even want to think about the amount of paper and ink I waste because I have to print out everything I want her to look at that is even slightly more complicated than a basic Word doc. I give up fairly quickly, I need to get to the auditorium - it's Dress Rehearsal day, and I need to get my stuff before going in to do spots and the final arrangement of the set. I tell her I have no clue what she did, and try to suggest that XO probably shouldn't be staying late for the second freaking day in a row - not when it's not library business, and she's due at practice for a show that's happening tomorrow. She's been involved in theater productions, Boss knows that Dress Rehearsal is the most important practice of all!
So, XO gets roped into fixing whatever fuckup Boss caused this time, and asks me to grab some ice for backstage. Whatever.
I get there, put the set together (not too hard, it's pretty much inflatables, chairs, coolers and a tent) and head up to the spots. I have a new assistant, C, and I haven't managed to explain to her that while we accept input from the girls' moms with regards to the talent portion of the show, they do not tell us what to do in the group sections of the show. The woman wants to get fancy, and I don't do fancy - I do simple, solid work on the spots and don't fuck around much with the filters and aperture and whatever the hell else. Going in tight and then out and then in and out again... it's annoying and distracting, and we need the attention on the girls, not the light show. The badly done light show if she doesn't quit trying to get fancy with the lights this late in the game when everything she knows about spots I taught her since this Tuesday.
We get through practice, and I'm wishing that I'd never taught her how to narrow the focus on the damn spots. Then D and Cop Sheila decide that they don't like the way that the set is arranged. They want me to spread things around evenly over the stage, so I do.
It looks like crap. It looks like we took a big box of beach toys and crap, and just dumped them on the stage. I reworked it again, and it's... decent now. Needs something, and I realize it needs to be something in the center, something squarish like a tote bag. No problem, Mom Sheila sells the damn things. She's more than happy to bring one she thinks will work with the color scheme.
All told, I spent from 9 am until 12 am (yes, midnight) working today. I'm exhausted, and I'd love a chance to just sleep all day tomorrow. Not getting it, but I want it. Sunday is going to be a day of much-needed rest before the next round of insanity starts.