Hell-o

I've been the laziest of lazy bums today--in other words, I haven't exited my pajamas yet and it's exactly 3:20PM Central Standard time. I can't even say I've done anything constructive with my pajama time. I watched The Mirror Has Two Faces, one of my absolute favorites, I've played SIMS2, ate spaghetti and meatballs for lunch, and took a nice lengthy nap. I could've been reading, but that requires a couple of brain cells. I want to swim, but we haven't shocked yet this week, and the pool looks furry. I feel fat. I think I've gained weight. I'm just glad that now that the library gig is almost up I'll have time (and energy) to work out again, and even when I'm in graduate school I'll be 2 seconds away from the fitness center and will (hopefully) be inspired to hop on the stationery bike.

I'm going to get horizontal again. *half-hearted wave*

Ass Pain

Yesterday was a bad day. I can only be incredibly thankful that today was better or I might've slit my wrists with a Lady Bic.

There's a particularly bitchy old fashion plate that comes into the library once a week with her very nice husband (he's embarrassed by her...you can see it three miles away).

Once, out of the kindness of my heart, I renewed a movie for them that they hadn't had a chance to watch. This is against policy. Movies are NEVER supposed to be renewed, but like the Norman I am sometimes, I did it to be nice. Bad Andi!

Sunday she and scrubby hubby came in, her attitude tromping 18 feet in front of her, and they plopped their movies up on the desk (instead of putting them in the book return for the 1,400th time) and asked me to renew their movie.

Me: I'm sorry, I know I renewed one before, but I'm really not supposed to.

Mega-bitch: But you did it last time.

Me: And we shouldn't make a habit of it.

Mega-bitch: *super radioactive death glare* She leaves her Wal-Mart sack on the desk and hobbles off in her 6-inch heels and J-Lo sunglasses.

I throw her Wal-Mart bag away out of habit and continue about my business. When she returns to the desk with an armload of movies I check their movies out to them and she asks for a bag. I look under the desk, see that our stash has been depleted (not even thinking of the one she hurled at me earlier and that I, in turn, hurled into the trash) and tell her that I'm very sorry, but we're out. Bad Andi!

Mega-bitch: I LEFT one here when we came in.

Me: *wanting to crawl under the desk away from the snarl*"I apologize ma'am. I threw yours away without thinking. *fishing it out of the trash and hoping it was resting comforably up against a massive snot-clod*

Me again: "Next time you might want to take your sack with you so it isn't given to another patron or thrown away." I say this to everyone.

Mega-bitch: "I've left it up here EVERY OTHER time."

Me: *thrusting movies at her with barely contained contempt* Have a nice day. --insert shitty grin here--

It irked me, but I went on with my day, and it turned out decent.

YESTERDAY, I went to the 'brary for a going away party for one of our reference desk workers. She's leaving to start student teaching (bless her soul). In mid-bite of a roast beef andwich I hear L giggle. She proceeds to tell me that Mega-bitch had just come into the library and was complaining about how I'd informed her that she couldn't get a bag anymore even if she brought it in because we don't have enough. What the holy HELL?

At that point the top of my head popped off and out flew the jack-in-the-box that lives in my head. He boxed my ears and reminded me how stupid it was to keep this job even when I didn't get the $10 an hour I was hired for and the Saturdays off.

Moral of this story: It must be exhausting to be such an asshole all the time, so I'm not exactly sure how people do it.

A Star Is Born

On this day 20-some-odd years ago (because it's already midnight in Dena's part of Canada) there was born a wee babe that would someday change my life forever even though she lives a buttload of miles away in a whole 'nother country and I've never met her face to face.

DENA

I "met" Dena in an online book discussion group in 2001 and I've considered her a friend ever since. With all silliness aside, I admire her deeply for her razor-sharp wit, overwhelming intelligence, and her ability to pick great nicknames that make me giggle. I've enjoyed raving and ranting, laughing and poking fun, and discussing everything under the sun all these many four years, and I hope I have another many years discussing with her. She makes me want to be a better writer, a better reader, and a better, more interesting, thoughtful person.

Happy Birthday, Dena! May everything good rain down on you.

Note: I'm leaving this post at the top because it's Dena's birthday alll dayyy.

In response to Thro....

I got your comment in e-mail, but have looked back at the March 1st postings and have yet to see your comment. No idea what's up with that. But anyway, I do apologize for saying my social commentaries had broken 30....I was thinking of my personal best with Jesus Freak on March 27th with 29 comments. While it may not strike you as socially important it opened up some interesting conversation (to me, anyway) about the way religion plays out in our society. I also did some posts on my beliefs on porn and feminism. Two issues close to my heart.

I guess my question is, what's your point?? Like you, I'm not trying to start an argument, I just don't exactly understand your beef. Is it the fact that HNT causes a stir while issues don't? Is it blogs in general or my blog?

I'll follow up to any comments you leave. Or anyone else can jump in for that matter. Why not!