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I am in the library computer lab for the first time in *thinks back* more than a year and a half. I boycotted it a long time ago because of all the self-important attendants and the sucky then-new printing system.
It smells all de ja vu-ey in here and reminds me of actually signing in to AIM and talking to people.
I made it through graduation with my principles intact, but I'm here with Conwell. He dragged my ideals through the mud.
BUT it means that I found a super-awesome library book about people who write obituaries, which makes me happy because I just read an article yesterday in USA Today about just that sort of thing.
This is the second library of today. I wandered around the public library earlier while getting my courage up to go to the career center. I hate their slow computers, because it gives too many people a chance to see what I am searching for, and for some reason it bothers me to have other people know what I am reading. Like reading over my shoulder, or something. I dunno. I keep my crossword puzzles and newspapers shoved under the desk at work. Too many strangers try to get involved. When people know what your reading, they are reading your exact thoughts and then you lose your nice solitude.
UGHH this new lady at work is horrible and is always trying to get me to talk like loud and obnoxious her. She thinks she needs to rescue me from my quiet. And make me smoke. And date her creepy teenage son, which is a whole other cringe altogether.
She swims in the pool when she's off work, calls her dogs Snoodles or Snuggles or something equally disturbing, says "tootles" instead of "bye" and "vippies" instead of "VIPs" (which is annoying enough of a term), and brings her GROWN child to work with her, where he stands across my desk and stares at me, unblinking, but truly the worst is when she comes in on my shift, dripping stolen pool water all over my clean floor, and says that her son is about to come in from the jacuzzi and ask me out.
"I have a boyfriend."
"I don't think John cares about that."
I'm too darn charming, obviously.
_____I just remembered why I hate the lab here_____
and I just lied about my name to the attendant
i'm Jonathan now.
It smells all de ja vu-ey in here and reminds me of actually signing in to AIM and talking to people.
I made it through graduation with my principles intact, but I'm here with Conwell. He dragged my ideals through the mud.
BUT it means that I found a super-awesome library book about people who write obituaries, which makes me happy because I just read an article yesterday in USA Today about just that sort of thing.
This is the second library of today. I wandered around the public library earlier while getting my courage up to go to the career center. I hate their slow computers, because it gives too many people a chance to see what I am searching for, and for some reason it bothers me to have other people know what I am reading. Like reading over my shoulder, or something. I dunno. I keep my crossword puzzles and newspapers shoved under the desk at work. Too many strangers try to get involved. When people know what your reading, they are reading your exact thoughts and then you lose your nice solitude.
UGHH this new lady at work is horrible and is always trying to get me to talk like loud and obnoxious her. She thinks she needs to rescue me from my quiet. And make me smoke. And date her creepy teenage son, which is a whole other cringe altogether.
She swims in the pool when she's off work, calls her dogs Snoodles or Snuggles or something equally disturbing, says "tootles" instead of "bye" and "vippies" instead of "VIPs" (which is annoying enough of a term), and brings her GROWN child to work with her, where he stands across my desk and stares at me, unblinking, but truly the worst is when she comes in on my shift, dripping stolen pool water all over my clean floor, and says that her son is about to come in from the jacuzzi and ask me out.
"I have a boyfriend."
"I don't think John cares about that."
I'm too darn charming, obviously.
_____I just remembered why I hate the lab here_____
and I just lied about my name to the attendant
i'm Jonathan now.