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halftime update
halfway 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,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.