This week has been a busy week and weird. My normally normal work schedule was thrown off and messed me up royally. Usually I work days with a closing shift on Wednesdays. This week I closed on Sunday, Wednesday, and Thursday. And I worked 6 days in a row (one shift was a mere 3 hours, but it felt sooooooo long). And we had a ginormous rat in the library that — of course — showed up during my shift. And it rained some more in the library. And we had creepy half-propped back door open at 10pm in the library and I had to investigate. And students were screaming at me about holds because they hadn’t returned the $311 worth of books they borrowed in 2010 and how dare I prevent their registering late….
OMG. Can I have a bakery/bookstore/coffeeshop/vintage boutique/embroidery shop yet? I like my actual job duties (ILL) but I can not take the random ridiculous bullshit. Seriously, I would not be surprised if I walk in on a plague of locusts on Tuesday. I am working on a Charles Dickens display and that rocks. I’m totally planning on making a Victorian Sponge Cake for the library in early February in celebration of Charles Dickens’s birthday. Book dorks who bake are eccentric creatures.
There is good stuff going on too… it just seems like my messed up sleep pattern/work schedule has impacted my reading and mood. Good things — anniversary weekend! Sam and I were going to go on a mega-thrifting day trip but the co-parent, Shannon, has the flu, so we’ve tweaked our plans. My MIL is coming over for a few hours so we can get lunch and do something. I want to go bowling. Sam wants to “walk around.” I say bowling sounds more exciting!
I got a hair cut. I made a lot of good recipes. Baked a pan of brownies. Figured out my collection development policy (nerd snort). Listened to loads of Magnetic Fields. Drank more coffee than healthy. Oh, and I LOST 5 LBS. Yay!
Tonight I’m going to attempt bed at a decent hour (if going to bed at 11pm and waking at 5am is decent. See you cats later.