Abbreviated Jury Duty & Bitches Infiltrate the Library

Jury duty was the most uneventful experience I've ever had. I got there at 8:45, no trouble parking downtown, actually got a seat in the corridor outside the courtroom, got called in, judge talked for 2 mins, he asked for peeps with possible exemptions to come up, I went, I told him that I was a teacher and was giving finals this week, and he said, "Miss M. you're quite busy...come back another time." I was out by 10:15. I didn't even have to flash my Fry 'em t-shirt. Damnit. And I donated my $6 pay for the day to a women's charity. My random act of kindness for the day.

The rest of the day was more eventful. After two weeks at the library, I fear the honeymoon is over, and I'm really kinda gettin' the screws put to me. A few examples:

1) I'm not in the position I applied for and was accepted to.
2) I'm making 2.50 an hour less than I applied for.
3) I was supposed to be put on a Saturday rotation so that I'd only have to work one Saturday a month. Now I work every Saturday. Fuckers.

Today one of the bitches I work with...well, really the only bitch I work with, got mad at me. She assigned me to shelving books, meanwhile, in the 70 degree weather the children's librarian turned on the HEATER. It was a steambath. I shelved my heart out anyway. I sat down to do some paperwork before I checked the book drop outside and finished shelving the non-fiction. She stopped me mid-type and looked at me like a flaming pile of dog shit and said, "Ummm, what about the others??" I didn't really wanna say, "Hey, my fat ass is hot because B turned the heat on." So I told her I'd planned to empty the book drop at 7, and I'd finish after I got those non-fiction out of the drop and added them to my to-be-shelved pile (this was 10 mins 'til time to check the book drop, mind you). Again, she looked at me like the flaming feces, and I think she may have written a nasty note to my boss about me. I'm ready for war if need be. At this point I have no idea who my boss actually is because it seems that everyone can boss anyone around if they feel like it. I'd like a job description PLEASE!! And the job and hours and money that you fucking hired me for!!!!

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And there was a little more to it, but it only makes me look better and her look even more stupid, and it'd take forever to type, so I'll leave you with that short outline. The bottom line, this library thing, while it's fun to fondle books, is making me appreciate teaching even more. I love being left alone to DO MY JOB. I had been waffling about whether or not to accept the grad. assistantship or stay with the library...they want to keep me on and train me for reference and children's, too. Now I'm thinkin' make the grad. thing is the better deal.

Stay tuned.

I'm goin' to the big house!!!!

I have to serve a jury summons today. My first one ever. I'm not excited. I'm taking at least 2 books with me. I just want them to let me go so I can give final exams this week and carry on like normal. I'll be sporting my,

Fry 'em all!

....t-shirt. Wish me luck! Will report back later.

Show me your juicy phrases....

I can't get interested in a book. Maybe a bodice-ripping romance is in the cards. Better yet, something dark and moody and grotesque. Maybe murder?

Everyone recommend a book to me, whether it's bodice-ripping or murderous or not. I love recommendations.

On TV: Desperate Housewives already went off, so what's the point?
Music: Gavin
Not reading: Bachelor Girl (too dry for current mood)
In my head: Homicide and jury duty.

Maudlin Meanderings and Cryptic B.S.

Today was a bit of a rollercoaster....surprises around every turn, just when I thought life had become devoid of them.

Oh, this is the start of something good
Don't you agree?
I haven't felt like this in so many moons
You know what I mean?

There was talking. All those feelings rushing to the surface after the burial in their shallow grave. They were never gone far....just a finger or the tip of a boot sticking out of the grave. A ghost, haunting and hovering, coming in dreams, tearing at my heart.

And we can build through this destruction
As we are standing on our feet
So, since you want to be with me
You'll have to follow through

What therapist? What pastor? What friend can erase these permanent scars and deeply planted yearnings?

With every word you say
And I, all I really want is you
You to stick around
I'll see you everyday

Where did I turn but my old standby...my constant companion in times of turmoil and wretchedness. It's enough just to leave home, to drive with no destination, wind whirling and sloughing off the deadness, the shame, the want, and the residue.

But you have to follow through
You have to follow through
These reeling emotions they just keep me alive
They keep me in tune

I am the sacrifice saved. The phoenix risen. The dead that dances for joy. But there is still the temptation, the loneliness, the want.

Oh, look what I'm holding here in my fire
This is for you
Am I too obvious to preach it?
You're so hypnotic on my heart

I wrestle these choices every day. There's no easy right or wrong. No painless existence.

So, since you want to be with me
You'll have to follow through
With every word you say
And I, all I really want is you