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Craving 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?