Got my first packet of forms from the IRS today. If anybody wants me, I'll be hiding under my desk until the end of April.

OUr local liquor store was having a post-Halloween special on Werewolf pinot grigio & Vampire merlot. Why this made me thing of you, I don' t know ... Am having the pinot now. It's a bit strong (or as mitchy says, "It has bite").

There's another one, now, in the vicinity of the reading room. Ugh!

*swipes boss' space heater while she's out to lunch*

*sneak sneak sneak*

's bloody freezing in here. How long does it take to install a new heater, anyway?

Be a sales rep who starts a cold call by wishing me a Happy Monday.

They're digging up the back parking lot to put in a new gas line.

My teeth are vibrating.  :-P

 I always get such a kick out of hearing David Tennant speak as himself, as it were.  *g*

 OK, so - I can read other people's posts on my phone, but I can't post from my phone, and I can't get into Facebook from my laptop @ all.  

Ordinarily this wouldn't bother me much, except all my stuff in Farm Town is gonna die - ! 

I think we've got a dead rat in the wall by the circulation office.

*waves can of Lysol around*

All right, all you can really see is a blurry bushy tail, but I went to walk the pooch just now & startled a raccoon on the back patio.  Poor thing had a  "Who turned on the lights?!" look on his face.  Meanwhile, Her Serene Poodleness just sat there, showing absolutely no inclination to bark, chase, maim, or kill.  Disgrace to her species, she is.  *scritches behind ears*

On a related note, this makes me extra glad that:

1. We got the porch light fixed yesterday, and 

2. Garbage pick-up was this morning.

Full moon?

 

ETA:  I just looked it up - not even close, in fact.  It's waning, going to be new on Sunday.  Huh.

I  joined Twitter yesterday.

It is all Mitchy's fault.

 Got my flu shot this morning.  Hurt more than usual. 

And I didn't get a cartoon bandage, either!

Harrumph.

...not to kill the co-worker who came in with a cold & a fever this morning???

Seriously.  I work 10 minutes from my house, surrounded by books, with unlimited free internet access.  What more could a girl ask for?  Well....

My first day back @ work after a great 3 days off began with a call from one of my chronic nutjobs.  She needed to scan a picture & e-mail it to someone; if she brought her printer/scanner & laptop in to the library, could I show her how to do it?

*facepalms*  Um, no.  I am not conversant with every piece of technology out there, and there's no guarantee that after you hauled your gear into the library & set it up, that I'd actually know how to use it.  That's what instruction manuals and "Dummies" books are for.  There's also the little matter of the last time you brought your laptop in & asked for help, then proceeded to ignore everything I suggested.

Which leads me to a tangential rant: if I ever find out which of the circulation staff is touting me as the "computer genius" on staff, I'm going to strangle them with a USB cable.  Seriously.  Chronic Nutjob actually started the phone call with "Ohhh, you're the one they told me was the computer genius!"  I'm about as good with tech as the average librarian these days, but I'm by no means a "genius."  (Or Genius, for my fellow Mac people.)  Being described as one would be flattering if it weren't for the fact that patrons now expect me to be able to solve every possible computer problem, and get mad at me when I can't.  Like it's my fault they don't even know what OS they're running.

Anyway.

After lunch, there was the gent who needed a cookbook but had the title wrong.  I found it for him anyway, as I do, and mixed in with the thanks got the beginnings of a lecture on Why We Should All Be Vegans, and how the Evils of Meat should be taught in high school.  Which, thankfully, I managed to squash (no pun intended) in a hurry by spotting another patron who looked like she might possibly need directions to the water fountain.  Otherwise I might've been tempted to describe, in loving detail, the lunch mitchy & I had at Virgil's BBQ yesterday.  

Best part of the whole day (for unusual values of "best")? Call from a circulation clerk downstairs, asking timidly if we should put up a sign warning people about the acorns.

Acorns??

Um, yes. One man (possibly my proselytizing vegan) came in complaining that the acorns were falling rather violently. His words. And a woman complained that her car had been dented by one, and she would be contacting her insurance company. So, should we put up a sign? Cue several seconds of deep breathing, followed by my saying, as politely as possible, that no, I didn't think we needed a sign to remind people that acorns do occasionally fall on windy September days in New York. What we need, I added to myself, was not more signs but smarter patrons. Or patrons who would read the damn signs in the first place.

Watch the car lady sue us now, although how she'd ever prove it was one of our acorns, I've no idea.

I just won $4 on a scratch-off card.

Now I can buy another card. 

Amazon, duh.

And yes, of course, I'd share.  :-)