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July 15, 2002
I lead the high life, yes I do.
My job's been interesting lately. We're planning a brand-new library, which is cool enough -- the meetings with the architects are fun, because we get to list off all the things we want (they did not go for my penthouse-office idea, for some reason...) and work out ways to solve the workspace problems we have now. (And yes, I realize I'm a complete geek for being happy about that last bit.) The not-so-fun part, though, is the inventory. We've apparently never figured out how many books we have. We've been content in the knowledge that it's a lot. Piles and piles of books, all over the place. That doesn't work so well for the architects, though, so we're in the process of counting everything. I spent my morning counting the number of shelves we have in the main stacks. Between the B and LA call numbers, there are 3,956. I counted 'em all. It only took my 45 minutes, and I probably could have done the whole second floor, but my eyes were starting to cross, and people were looking at me funny because I was counting out loud and muttering to myself.
In other news, I'm showing the apartment to a potential roommate on Thursday. Wish me luck -- I'm nervous about the whole thing. I've had bad luck with roommates in the past. I was spoiled with the latest one, but alas, he's moving on. This woman sounds nice enough, though it's hard to tell from brief email exchanges. If anyone has an advice on interviewing potential roommates, I'd be happy to hear them.
Posted by Mary Ellen at July 15, 2002 09:48 AM