Days of Shades

Sometimes I wish people would just grow up.

Then I remember that I have frequently been feeling the same way about politicians, and that the worst bullying I have ever endured was from people over fifty. So I'm not sure what I'm actually wishing for -- perhaps that people would grow up into the kind of grown-ups I thought all grown-ups were when I was five?

Something like that, anyway.

(btw, this wasn't sparked by anything personal to me -- just one more instance of being a shocked bystander).

Why, pray tell, do I receive, from a librarian, a list of materials (books, cds, etc) which is incorrect and mostly plagiarized? PEOPLE, YOU GOT A MASTERS DEGREE IN THIS. You make half again what I do because you have a masters degree, and yet you persist in doing things that would have had me flunking out of 100 level art courses. It's pathetic. (For anyone curious - they stripped the subtitles off the listings, did the most minor of rewrites on the subtitles - we're talking adding "the" - and put them back in as descriptions of the works).

At the staff meeting everyone else has their own concerns, of course. Peg is just overjoyed that the much talked about New-Green-Form (which librarians will use to order posters and such) will be partially automated. It's been in the pipeline for more than a year and a half, and we're overjoyed that when you click "3 copies to Aberdeen, 6 to Centralia" it actually figures out that you want nine copies total!

Yes, we at the library are tentatively dipping our toes in the shallow end of the 21st century. Please don't splash, and for little fishies' sakes, don't steal our swim-noodle.

Jeff wants to have an idea of what our schedules are...such a demanding boss! *g* Nancy's is at the whim of animals, Devin's at the whim of school and I-5, and Jim-the-printer has another full time job and snags time when he can make it. It's perfectly understandable, but can be a little tough when you need to get paper ordered or clarify print specs before you send to film.

Peg suggested writing his projected time on the main calendar, but I'd rather get a spot-light and a printer-shaped gobo. Then when I had a burning print-process question, I'd turn it on, and far away Jim would look up and yell "THE PRINT SIGNAL! To the PRINT CAVE!" and come rushing over in his Printmobile, which is a 77 VW rabbit.

I SHALL BEAT THEM WITH MY STICK AND STEAL THEIR STEAM-ROLLERS!