Don't Have a Thesaurus? Try Your Campus Library!

Here's something cool I received in my email today:

Notice too that the morning receptionist is wishing us all a good evening.

I hope she's not becoming listless from pulling a double. Hardeharhar.

This is What I Expect

I expect everyone around me to work as hard as I do.

I expect those who have messed up to not be offended when someone calls you out on it.

I expect nobody to expect an apology when I know I'm right.

I expect there are people out there who hate me because of my expectations.

I expect I don't care.

What's Next in This Wonderful Work Week?

Printing and web-based email capabilities restored on student computers! The world rejoices!!!

The Librarian tries to act shocked when her supervisor requests that she also complete his portion of her annual performance review, but she had a feeling something like this would happen based on past experience with the clowns in upper management around this place who tend to forget the Library exists.

Now the dipshits want to give me a Blackberry! Is this a bribe?

MPOW

So, I know I gripe about MPOW a lot. Surprisingly enough, I've been here two years...it pays relatively well, the drive is easy, and there's the little to no stress factor. Why do I gripe then?

Two weeks ago, a print server went down for good. The students' print server...meaning spoiled-ass-rotten students who are accustomed to printing whatever they want whenever they want for FREE can suddenly not print anything. It's so much fun to try explaining this to people who don't speak English very well, even if it's their first language. Seriously. The server has not been replaced yet, since it took IT a week to order it because "they" were not going to approve the purchase until the CFO over the entire company made a surprise visit to Houston.

Today, "they" finally put in place a block on employee access to web-based email that "they" have been threatening for a while. Well, of course it's the big cluster f*** that every project becomes around here, and students can't access web-based email either. So while I'm saying, "No, you still can't print", I'm also saying, "Hey, guess what, you can't check your email either! But don't feel bad because it's my punishment for being stupid enough to work here and not yours for being stupid enough to give your money to a diploma mill." Love my job!

So, what it all boils down to is I'm pretty good at responding to personal emails within a reasonable amount of time, but I'm not going to be able to do that as long as I'm sitting at my boring-ass job for ten hours a day. Thank God they quit blocking myspace and haven't figured out that they should block yahoo groups, too. Just a couple more reasons why it's so hard to stay yet so hard to say goodbye.

Can't Keep It Inside Any Longer...

I hate rope lights.

That's what you get when a sick and tired mind is coming upon its 48th hour of "work" this week.

I Think I'm Entitled...

to bitch about working 13 hours straight on a Monday after spending Sunday abusing my body. You know that freaky bone that sticks out on the top of my foot (and if you don't know, it's not an injury, it's done that all my life)???...somehow that got scraped through my leather skate and two socks. What I wouldn't give right now with 30 minutes left of my voluntary prison in this god-forsaken library to be 24 hours in the past, putting more scrapes on my freaky bones.

Key West

I wish I was still in Key West. Too much fun as you can plainly see...



Oh yeah, and I had a big 'ol crush on the guy singing in the background.

What is wrong with this man and how did he become president of a university campus?

This was sent to the entire campus by our president, a man that supposedly has a Ph.D. in something...

Is it just me and my bad attitude, or is there something really wrong with this? And I didn't change anything except for cutting out my former (yippee! see last post) boss' name and MPOW...I copied and pasted it without touching any font settings.

I'M SAD TO ANNOUNCE THAT TODAY WAS DR. ... LAST DAY WITH .... SHE HAS DECIDED TO PERSUE ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY, WHICH TAKES HER OUT OF STATE. ALTHOUGH HER DECISION TO LEAVE THE CAMPUS WAS A SHOCK TO US ALL, I KNOW WE WISH HER ALL THE BEST. SHE HAS BEEN A POSITIVE INFLUENCE IN OUR LIVES AND WILL BE FONDLY REMEMBERED.

My Ankle Feels Great!

Well, besides the tenderness of the incisions...

I didn't limp when I got out of bed this morning. I can't believe I can already tell a difference with the metal out of my body. I hinted that I might be able to skate a couple of jams in the May bout, and Doc was not buying it. I think I'll listen to him and wait.

In semi-related news, you know your job sucks when you come in on a Saturday after having surgery on Wednesday, and you have an email from your boss who knew you were having surgery on Wednesday, but sent you an email that day anyway asking if you were going to be here on Saturday. Can I shoot the bitch now? Since I can't hip-check her ass into the cheap seats until June? Please...

Slowly but Surely...

Derby started back up a couple of weeks ago, and I have skated every practice. It's a good thing I broke my left ankle, because I can't skate clockwise. All that hardware must be a little too rigid for me to catch that edge. No problems going the right way, though...just need to build that endurance back up.

Plans are to avoid contact as long as the hardware is still in, but Sunday night, I picked on one of our referees and almost knocked him off the rink with a solid shoulder check. I couldn't help it...he was coming out of the corner without crossing over and getting in my way...my body aches to hit something. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to contain it. June is so far away.

Random Things

Creeping Beauty tagged me, so here's 10 random things about me. I'm going to stick with the facts instead of my idiosyncrasies...

1. I detest my current job, yet my library continually has the highest scores of any department for student satisfaction with services. I guess I'm pretty good at faking it.

2. I have worked in many different types of libraries, but never a public library. Thank God!

3. If I had to choose between being a rodeo volunteer and playing derby and choosing one would mean losing the other for life, then I would choose rodeo.

4. I would have tried out for banked track derby in Austin when I finished playing football if I had not gotten pregnant. And I was living in Houston at the time.

5. I played tight end for a full season but only caught 2 passes because my skinny ass was too busy filling in as right tackle for the fat linewomen that couldn't move their feet fast enough to block.

6. I completed an application for Survivor in 2001 and never sent it in because I tore my ACL. One of these days, I WILL BE on a reality show (ok, that might never be a FACT...whatever).

7. I served 417 people at my wedding. I'm talking about plates of food, you pervs.

8. I dated a guy that was shorter than me for way too long.

9. I skated in a department store commercial when I was around 10 (along with my sister).

10. My grandparents had a vacation home in Pagosa Springs, Colorado, so for several wonderful years of my young life, my family skied for Thanksgiving and Spring Break. Oh how I miss that!

I'm not tagging anyone specifically, but if you feel like doing this, go right ahead and return the favor of a few seconds of amusement.

A Librarian for Christmas

Leigh Buchanan, editor-at-large for Inc., just became every librarian's best friend. In her December column for the magazine, Ms. Buchanan lists the Christmas presents she would give to every reader if she could. At #5 on the list...a librarian.

Hey, all you employers that ignore my resume because I'm a seasoned librarian applying for a position in marketing or some other job that doesn't EXACTLY match my years of experience, listen up! According to Ms. Buchanan, I know "what's what." And that's that...

Me-ouch!

Nobody out there has come forward with video or pictures of my foot flopping around on the end of my leg, so I must link to someone else's video. This is EXACTLY what my ankle looked like when I broke it, minus the roller skate pulling my foot further down. And my leg was not that hairy YET.

(Comments came from exact same post on myspace.)

Can This Week Get Any Better?

First, Goldie and I reserved the room for our Christmas party, and I sang a little song while we were there (sometimes it's the little things). Then, the bone doc tells me I can put my skates on whenever I'm ready. I'm still in shock since that's a total 180 from a month ago. Now, I find a plane ticket waiting for me in my inbox. I get to go to Maryland and party on The Yankee's home turf, unless she wants to go somewhere else. Hmmm, maybe Vegas??? AND tonight, I'm going out on a school night (without the ball and chain, thank you very much)! Sitting in this empty library can't even put a damper on it.

They Sneak Up on Me...

everytime!!! Vallejo is at the Continental Club on Friday night, and I might have to miss them AGAIN. For one thing, everyone I want to go with me can't afford it (or won't). For another, I'm planning on going out Thursday for Sutton Impact's birthday. Going out two nights in a row is reserved for things like rodeo or celebrating the fact that I can walk again, not just an ordinary weekend. WHY DO THEY DO THIS TO ME?!?!?!

Back to dreaming about a purple Christmas...

Merry Christmas!

Plans are already being made for celebrating the season...Goldie BloXX and I are throwing a party! Karaoke will be the featured activity (what a surprise!), and we will ask for minimal donations for your share of the alcohol. More details to come later; just keep us in mind. Goldie and I have both been through some hard times this year, and we would really love to share some good times with our friends.

MMMMMMwah!

The Weekend

How did the Sexy Paramedic turn out? Other than a noticable limp, I think it was comparable to the model.

Oh, Julia...strategically-placed socks helped the look. LOL

Ziegfest was a mud fest, but we had fun until it got dark and you couldn't see where to step in the mud. Very unsafe for the very unsteady.

Ready to do it all again!

The Cast is OFF!

I'm learning how to walk again. It's very frustrating when your brain knows what to do, but you put your foot down and it doesn't do what you're telling it to do. The doctor trusted me to do this without therapy and without a walking boot. I didn't want to be stuck in something like that for four more weeks, so that was great news, even though the next few days are going to be tough without it. I would like to get rid of the crutches by Monday, but realistically, I'll be happy with next Friday, just in time for the girls' weekend of debauchery. This ankle


is going to look so good with this costume.

Still worrying about a Halloween costume...

but I think I'm close to making up my mind. Way back when, I thought the Naughty Librarian would be cute

but then if I wanted to be cute, maybe I should do the cat thing

since I might have to abandon that whole persona in the near future.
Then I saw this
and I thought it would be nice to give a shout-out to some special people who carried my lame ass off the court, field, floor, etc., more than once and most especially the last time.

I Hate Laying in Bed and Doing Nothing!

Just when I was starting to get used to carrying around a little extra weight on one of my legs and going more places, I came down with some sort of yucky stomach thing. For the past three days, the toilet and the bed have been monopolizing my time. Blegh! Thank God it was this weekend, when I didn't have plans for something like, hmmmm, watching my derby sisters play an interleague bout at the Verizon Wireless Theatre.