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meadowlion, you are no longer alone) to list Bob Fraser as a LJ interest? Come on, Bob fans!Jan. 23rd, 2004
halftime update
Jan. 23rd, 2004 11:55 amhalfway through my Friday, I have already:
Embarassed myself in front of the Distribution & Supply guys by a) asking for paper that I'm supposed to just go pick up off the giant pallet in the hallway and b) walking into the door when departing their office.
Succeeded in de-staple-binding about a dozen journals which Bindery Prep refused to hand the de-staple-binding of. This was in fact a mighty feat, involving:
1) Asking everyone in the library whether they had a screwdriver, and discovering that there once was a screwdriver, but it has vanished, to the universal dismay of library staffers in need of screwdrivers, i.e. me and one other person.
2) Improvising with a staple remover and the metal thingie at the top of my box cutter (not the blade, the metal part the blade is framed by when extended).
3) Asking my officemate how the hell she did this, receiving the answer that a) she never did that and b) she has this old screwdriver in her drawer, do I want it?
4) Saying 'this is a nice screwdriver' (it's old, very old, so old it has a worn-smooth wooden handle and the metal part is warped subtly to one side) and then stabbing myself in the thumb with it five minutes later (shallowly, and my last tetanus booster was 31 months ago, and I swabbed thoroughly with 70% isopropyl alcohol before slathering it in the first aid kit's 'burn ointment'.)
5) Learning a very important lesson about keeping my fingers behind the leading edge of the screwdriver, which served me well through the rest of the task.
Probably freaked out the student employee by staring vaguely into space in her direction while holding a screwdriver.
Discovered to my intense dismay that, while I got A's in a series of human-body-related sciences in high school and now work in a Science Library, I can't remember exactly what DNA stands for. I've got di-something-nucleic acid,helaaspindakaas, so don't go getting completely incensed on me. But I can't remember if the something is -oxyribo- or if there's another bit in there or what.
Embarassed myself in front of the Distribution & Supply guys by a) asking for paper that I'm supposed to just go pick up off the giant pallet in the hallway and b) walking into the door when departing their office.
Succeeded in de-staple-binding about a dozen journals which Bindery Prep refused to hand the de-staple-binding of. This was in fact a mighty feat, involving:
1) Asking everyone in the library whether they had a screwdriver, and discovering that there once was a screwdriver, but it has vanished, to the universal dismay of library staffers in need of screwdrivers, i.e. me and one other person.
2) Improvising with a staple remover and the metal thingie at the top of my box cutter (not the blade, the metal part the blade is framed by when extended).
3) Asking my officemate how the hell she did this, receiving the answer that a) she never did that and b) she has this old screwdriver in her drawer, do I want it?
4) Saying 'this is a nice screwdriver' (it's old, very old, so old it has a worn-smooth wooden handle and the metal part is warped subtly to one side) and then stabbing myself in the thumb with it five minutes later (shallowly, and my last tetanus booster was 31 months ago, and I swabbed thoroughly with 70% isopropyl alcohol before slathering it in the first aid kit's 'burn ointment'.)
5) Learning a very important lesson about keeping my fingers behind the leading edge of the screwdriver, which served me well through the rest of the task.
Probably freaked out the student employee by staring vaguely into space in her direction while holding a screwdriver.
Discovered to my intense dismay that, while I got A's in a series of human-body-related sciences in high school and now work in a Science Library, I can't remember exactly what DNA stands for. I've got di-something-nucleic acid,
helaaspindakaas, so don't go getting completely incensed on me. But I can't remember if the something is -oxyribo- or if there's another bit in there or what.(no subject)
Jan. 23rd, 2004 04:20 pmCraving Mountain Dew. Drinking fountain water, no matter how cold, just isn't cutting it. Where is my vaguely citrus violently green extremely cold fizzy drink with its bitter caffeine afterkick? Wheeeeeeeere?
Well. At home in the fridge because I forgot to bring one to drink in the afternoon, that's where. I've been wanting it all day, and it's driving me slowly crazy.
Also: it turns out I have magical powers of persuasion over the Distribution guys. I went down to the hallway outside their office, looking for the paper I embarrassed myself over earlier in the day (still haven't managed to get the right kind) and the smilingest of them popped out the door and asked whether I wanted him to have some delivered to my library.
"Sure," I said, eyeing the cases, and thinking, I really just need a ream or two.
"How many?" he says. "Four? Will that work?"
"Um," I am now blushing like a maniac, because, well, getting paper should really be a fairly simple operation, and I am in the middle of completely fucking it up. "Sure."
By the time I retrieved the photocopies I'd been groveling for from down the hall and dropped off a book at the Interlibrary Loan office and got back to my library, there were not four but six cases of paper (not, did I mention, the kind I actually needed) waiting for me. My coworker guy who usually handles paper was sort of outraged - it generally takes him about a week to get them to bring any, and they tend to short him on quantity. I think I have now been appointed Emissary to the Distribution Guys.
Also also: I'm going over these review thingies for one of the librarians, checking whether we already have the stuff they're pimping. Under the FUNCTION heading, every single item is described as "An indispensable tool for scholars and research workers in mathematics and the mathematical sciences." Every single one. I'm boggled.
I mean, what are the odds?
Well. At home in the fridge because I forgot to bring one to drink in the afternoon, that's where. I've been wanting it all day, and it's driving me slowly crazy.
Also: it turns out I have magical powers of persuasion over the Distribution guys. I went down to the hallway outside their office, looking for the paper I embarrassed myself over earlier in the day (still haven't managed to get the right kind) and the smilingest of them popped out the door and asked whether I wanted him to have some delivered to my library.
"Sure," I said, eyeing the cases, and thinking, I really just need a ream or two.
"How many?" he says. "Four? Will that work?"
"Um," I am now blushing like a maniac, because, well, getting paper should really be a fairly simple operation, and I am in the middle of completely fucking it up. "Sure."
By the time I retrieved the photocopies I'd been groveling for from down the hall and dropped off a book at the Interlibrary Loan office and got back to my library, there were not four but six cases of paper (not, did I mention, the kind I actually needed) waiting for me. My coworker guy who usually handles paper was sort of outraged - it generally takes him about a week to get them to bring any, and they tend to short him on quantity. I think I have now been appointed Emissary to the Distribution Guys.
Also also: I'm going over these review thingies for one of the librarians, checking whether we already have the stuff they're pimping. Under the FUNCTION heading, every single item is described as "An indispensable tool for scholars and research workers in mathematics and the mathematical sciences." Every single one. I'm boggled.
I mean, what are the odds?