Sitting behind this guy at a stop light, listening to his car stereo blasting punk rock and reading his bumper stickers: Son of Sam, AFI Sing the Sorrow, Roses Are Red, one that says, "The next time you think you're perfect, just try walking on water," and another that says, "More orgasms, less kids," with little sperm drawings to illustrate ( Read more... )

awake at this ungodly hour and delirious with fever and a raging strep infection (thanks for the memories, o library, you shit) and my biggest frustration is not finding a website that will allow me to play zuma on my mobile ( Read more... )

On my way upstairs for the night (or, "up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire," as the Brits would have it) and I spot a small piece of landscape bark on the landing. I nudge it with my foot and realize my first impression was erroneous: it's too rounded to be bark, it's too dense, and I live with kobolds ( Read more... )

Back at the doc-in-the-box for my follow-up workman's comp visit. This time, the waiting area is packed, with a new Phlegmy Bohemian Youth, this one accompanied by Distant Parent, or Sudoku-Obsessed Man. Also making an appearance are Soulless Marketing Career Man with More Money to be Made Elsewhere, Depressed Young Mother with Infant, Woman Whose ( Read more... )

This is the Workman's Comp in 12 Easy Steps... Library Edition!

Step 1: If you don't have one already, get a job in a library.

Step 2: At your (new) library job, injure yourself in a stupid way, say, by falling out of your shoe.

Step 3: Fill out a workman's comp form.

Step 4: Find where they keep the workman's comp forms, then complete Step ( Read more... )

At the doc-in-the-box for my workman's comp injury and I look over and see this sign:

If you are planning travel out of the country for the Lunar New Year, Please read the following:That's it. The rest of the sign was blank ( Read more... )

It's the only explanation I can come up with. There are gnomes outside my window. And on my roof. I can hear them scrabbling around out there right now. It has to be gnomes. What else could get a Kobold as pissed off as Maimer is right now? Well, not right now. At the moment she's too sound asleep to hear them. But usually when the things ( Read more... )

Yes, joy. For I now have my own cell phone. It's a smart phone. It's smarter than me. It's allowing me to post to LJ from my bed, something I've been trying unsuccessfully to figure out how to do on my own for quite some time now. In fact, Smartie here can do so much more than I ever could, I'm pretty sure I never have to leave my bed again. ( Read more... )

IM conversation between Erin (me) at the Outer Rim and Dylan (musegryph) at the main branch:

Erin: the screensaver here says "You are an important part of the team"

Dylan: A not-so-subliminal message, huh?

Erin: yeah... unless i'm staring off into space like i was a few minutes ago. i think some morale slipped in by accident.

Dylan: ( Read more... )

I'm doing my monthly Tuesday stint at the Youth Services desk at the Outer Rim (our library branch in the boonies) when a pre-teen walks up to the desk and stands there, just looking at me ( Read more... )