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Since my post yesterday was also a post from my Tumblr, which is apparently some kind of party foul, and since I am spending my morning in the children's room which means I am spending the morning alone at a computer, I thought I would try to write an actual blog post.
The only human interaction I've had this morning has been with a woman who handed me some xeroxed prayers on hot pink paper. She told me to give them to "my friends." So please contact me if you would like one of these "Miracle Prayers" with handwritten instructions on how to "honor vets, POW + MIA by using your parking lights." Where should you use them? How should you use them? That, evidently, is up to you. The sheet ends with a helpful fact for you to use when debating the war: "Over 300,000 million vets want to come home."
Yesterday a dude called the library and asked to speak to "my daughter." The librarian told him that, as a Safe Place, we don't tell people who is in the library and who is not. So the dude gets pissed, hangs up, then shows up at the library literally five minutes later to yell at us. In what I'm sure he considered a withering display of logic and sarcasm, he showed me his driver's license "proving" that some girl (with a different last name) was his daughter. He also told me that he works hard every day loading refrigerators. What can you say to a brilliant orator like that? I told him simply that it was against our policy, sir, to give out that information. Then he departed his five-minute return journey, the avoidance of which was the entire reason he called in the first place.
Last night for like two hours I watched the director of MCPL give a presentation to the city planning commission on some simple changes they want to make to their parking lot. It does not make me relish my future in administration.
The only human interaction I've had this morning has been with a woman who handed me some xeroxed prayers on hot pink paper. She told me to give them to "my friends." So please contact me if you would like one of these "Miracle Prayers" with handwritten instructions on how to "honor vets, POW + MIA by using your parking lights." Where should you use them? How should you use them? That, evidently, is up to you. The sheet ends with a helpful fact for you to use when debating the war: "Over 300,000 million vets want to come home."
Yesterday a dude called the library and asked to speak to "my daughter." The librarian told him that, as a Safe Place, we don't tell people who is in the library and who is not. So the dude gets pissed, hangs up, then shows up at the library literally five minutes later to yell at us. In what I'm sure he considered a withering display of logic and sarcasm, he showed me his driver's license "proving" that some girl (with a different last name) was his daughter. He also told me that he works hard every day loading refrigerators. What can you say to a brilliant orator like that? I told him simply that it was against our policy, sir, to give out that information. Then he departed his five-minute return journey, the avoidance of which was the entire reason he called in the first place.
Last night for like two hours I watched the director of MCPL give a presentation to the city planning commission on some simple changes they want to make to their parking lot. It does not make me relish my future in administration.