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September 29, 2000
Grumble...
I'm a little dark cloud of surliness. Started the day off by oversleeping. Didn't get any coffee until I got to work, so I was clumsy and groggy and just plain unhappier. I managed to somehow splash coffee into my eye -- from a covered cup. I told you I'm a spaz. Started the work day off with a phone call from a lovely woman who cussed me out when I told her she had an overdue ILB book. Apparently she'd returned it to a different library, and they hadn't checked it in. All she had to do was call them, since I couldn't do a damn thing about it. She spent more time swearing at me than she likely spent calling to fix the problem. Always a sign that it's going to be a great day...
Way too busy to think all day at work. More irritable people yelling at us -- is it a full moon or something? Have I had an "Abuse Me" sign on my back all day? The hell?!?
I did have time for some email banter with Sean, (whose site is my site's twin -- evil twin or otherwise, you decide!) about how very much Yahoo sucks. Every time I sent an email, I got an error message. Turns out that Yahoo was sending two or three copies of each email, rather than just one. Joy. So, sorry to those of you who got bombarded with identical emails from me today. Not my fault -- I may be a spaz, but I'm not completely brain-dead yet.
Now I'm at Simmons, to do work for a paper/presentation I've put off for far too long. I had anticipated getting here, grabbing dinner in the cafeteria while reading a bit (decompressing from work a little). When I got here, I noticed a red carpet laid out in front of the mail entrance. "Ah-ha," I thought. "At least someone has finally figured out just how Terribly Important and Super Cool I am!" Then the security gaurd told me I couldn't go in that way, and had to go around to the back. Hmmph. Waiting for someone more important than me? Not possible! So I trudged around to the back, figuring I'd just go get dinner and then get some work done. But much to my indignation, I found that the Much More Important Person is the guest of honor at a reception in the cafeteria. So it's closed to peasants like me. I now have an oh-so-healthy bag of Chee-tos for dinner, and I'm even grumpier than before. Meh.
Off to do work now. Unless the damn library's been taken over by dignitaries or something.
Posted by Mary Ellen at September 29, 2000 04:54 PM