Wedding Day!

props to an Anon at 4chan

Yeah, I don't care about it.  My parents are in London right now, they say they're visiting my cousin who is doing their residency there, but I'm not buying it.

One of my classes ended last night with a project presentation to our University's Archives department on redesigning their horrid, horrid website.  Last lecture this semester is on Monday, another presentation.

I've been slacking on the blog with this semester winding down, so here's a music video from KarminCovers, I highly recommend subscribing and checking out the rest of her videos:

Trolling National Library Week.

Yay Library Week!(I guess?)...  The only thing to look forward to is the poster board asking patrons to let us know what the library means to them.

Browsing the board I saw the epitome of comment trolling: "Obnoxious, Entitled Snobs."  I am sure that there are some library branches out there that some people do not get along with, it's bound to happen.  Even within the system I work for, patrons have their favorite and least favorite branches, whether it's the collection, building, or staff.  I know that some people can misinterpret my online-persona and think that I must be a total douche to patrons, but this couldn't be further from the truth.  This is my outlet to relieve the stress from working customer service with the general public.  If you haven't worked with the public, you'll have a hard time relating.  I believe that everyone should work retail at least once in their life for the experience, working for the public is much the same.

People that work in public libraries do not do it for the prestige, title, and pay (or lack thereof).  I'm fairly certain that the troll who wrote that comment was upset because they didn't get what they wanted, which was probably something against the rules of library-land (the public library is not your own personal free use supply closet, there is a limit on the public internet PC's because there are other people who need it as well, anything returned that you damaged will be billed to you even though you may think you paid for it already with your taxes...etc, the list goes on and on).


The balance was restored by the time I went back to take a picture of it another patron wrote their own post right next to troll.

"Romance" Novels and My Case Against Them...



props to MotherMania

I would like to enter the picture to the left as Exhibit 5b into evidence as to why these so-called "romance" novels are ridiculous.

I would like to remind my peers of the jury that all of the results of extensive interviews and research conducted with world renowned doctors and experts have categorically denied the existence of the phenomenon known as a "Dick Attack" AKA Phallus-Arrest.

I came across this post at Reddit and it was too good to not repost here especially since I am such a big fan of romance novels.







**Disclaimer**
Symptoms of a "Dick Attack" may include delusional thoughts that you will be whisked away by a foreign billionaire who unconditionally loves you just the way you are even with your obessions of LOL Cats and/or picturing yourself watching the sunset on a beachside cliff with a long haired, shirtless Fabio.  Please, if you or anyone you remotely care about is experiencing these symptoms, stop reading at once.

My Coworkers are the Jack Kevorkian's of Type 1 Diabetes.

I was pretty disappointed with the results as I was going through the pictures on my phone.  "Really!?! Just 5 pictures?!"   And then I remembered that during all of the other missed opportunities I had to photo shoot the next cover of "Sugar Lovers," I was too busy looking for a napkin or plate to grab the stash and dash back to my cubicle where I could nibble on the sweet deliciousness that only a donut/cake/chocolate/muffin/cupcake/cookie/ice cream/pie can deliver.  Picture a squirrel perched on a branch going to town with some acorns, yeah, that's me.

Today is yet another dreaded full staff meeting, oh joy.  This time though, our pretty lame "Social Planning Committee" (yes, there's a library committee for that too) decided that we should potluck every staff meeting.  Unfortunately the sign up sheet was pretty lopsided for the dessert half of the meal so our branch assistant decided to nix the food and told everyone to just bring in dessert.  Really!?!?  Are you effing serious??  That's going to be 20+ platters/dishes/buckets of sugar high inducing crap.  Apparently I am not the only one who is hesitant to lose a foot or two for the cause.  My coworker asked me if I heard about any of the bitching about our dessert meeting today.

What am I bringing today?  Insulin.