I arrived at work today at 8:15. I eventually located today's schedule, on the desk of the S.N. instead of hanging in its proper place. Fine: I was to be helping register people from 9:00 to 11:00. The S.N. was here this morning because today is our Great Rodent Celebration. [don't ask]
At 11:50, I went upstairs to reheat my chicken parmegiana and eat. It was delicious, by the way.
When I returned to the public floor around 12:20, the circ staff was in a tizzy because I was scheduled at the Ref Desk from 12:00 to 1:00.
FUCK.
Why should I have to look at the schedule every hour to see if it's changed??
Sigh. I'm clearly not a flexible person.
And, y'know, on another subject, I enjoyed the Kanye West CD, but I don't need to listen to it again. Thanks v. much. I have become Old.
Back to The Dominion of War and American Dream. Cheers.
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