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Monday, December 30, 2002
Sunday, Dec. 29th: We had the Fire Communion service at church -- one of my favorites. It is about letting go of the old year and moving into the new one. We always have it the Sunday right before or right after New Year's. You write on a little slip of paper things from the last year that you want to leave behind, and then you burn it. Many of us also do resolutions for the new year. Last year, my resolutions were about getting involved more, not being so shy, being more assertive, etc. I think that I have made some progress on those fronts.
After lunch, went to Mitch's to finish watching The Man Who Wasn't There, then I helped Mitch feed his fish.
Saturday, December 28, 2002
Tuesday, Dec. 24th - Wednesday, Dec. 25th: We had gotten a few inches of snow, so Mitch had come home from his mom's house (an hour away) early. When I found out that he was home alone on Christmas Eve, I asked him if he wanted company. We watched an Eddie Izzard DVD and then stayed up until 2 am talking. We probably could have talked all night, but he had to work the next day. I hadn't realized that, and felt really bad that I had been keeping him up all night, but he said that it didn't bother him, that he would have mentioned it if he had wanted me to go.
Wednesday night: When I arrived he had a fire in the fireplace and lit candles -- nice. We watched Finding Forrester getting gradually cozier on the couch together. I'm a touchy-feely person. I like to hug people and stuff like that, but several of my friends don't like that kind of thing, so I don't get to do it much. Mitch is very touchy-feely and cuddly -- I like that. (I noticed just this week that I hugged a friend that really doesn't like that sort of thing...look out people, I'm afraid that my long-repressed touchy-feeliness has been unleashed.)
Friday, December 27, 2002
Saturday, Dec. 14th: Got a message from Mitch from the personals site. Emailed Mitch. He responded. Emailing continued. I wrote about him on the blog -- he read it. He mentioned that he might be at the megabookstore that night -- Matt and I went, but he never made it. I was on the lookout for him the entire time, and was a bit of a nervous wreck.
Monday, Dec. 16th: My neighbor, Cindi, let me use her computer, and Mitch and I chatted for nearly four hours. My friend, Angela, messaged me from Japan, harassing me to ask him out. (I felt guilty about giving Ang the play by play, but later found out that he was doing the same with his friend Matt.) I asked him if we could get together that night (I was thinking Penny Lane Coffeehouse, or somesuch), but he couldn't go. He then asked me if I'd like to go out to dinner the next night.
Tuesday, Dec. 17th: We were meeting at 7 at Angelo's for dinner. As I drove down Main Street, I saw him waiting outside the restaurant. I parked around the other side of the block from where he was, and came out of a passage between buildings -- catching him off guard, as he was expecting to see me coming from half a block away. We had a really nice dinner and then talked for about an hour. Then we went to the megabookstore for a little while. As he left, he left it up to me, saying that I should contact him if I wanted to.
Sunday, December 22, 2002
The other day we heard a tremendous crashing of dozens of video tapes hitting the floor in the video room. We rushed in thinking that one of the wall mounted racks had fallen off the wall. There was a little boy sitting on the floor with a stunned look on his face. "Are you okay?" we asked, thinking that he had somehow gotten hurt. He curled into a ball and started crying. "He's not hurt," his mother said as she picked up the tapes off the floor, "just embarrassed. I told him not to spin the rack too fast, and then he spun it with all his might and sent them all flying." Man, the mess was quite impressive. He must have spun that thing with all he had, kind of like those old ladies spinning the big wheel on The Price is Right.
Friend: Can you talk?
Friday, December 20, 2002
Mitch and I are going to go out again on Saturday.
Thursday, December 19, 2002
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
This morning, when I was starting up all the computers I found a printer with sheets torn out of a spiral bound note book in the paper tray. Oh, that would have been fun! Picking tiny bits of paper out of the jammed up printer...I'm going to be on the lookout for that kid!
Some of you may remember me talking about the Trekkie nun who has changed her last name to Janeway and uses her real last name as her first name... Well, she is a regular customer at the branch where I work now, coming in at least once a week. So maybe I'll get some good Sister Janeway stories out of it.
Saturday, December 14, 2002
Subject: I'm close on this one...
Hmm...any thoughts? I did a Google search on him, and am contemplating trying a bit of social engineering to get some more info...
Wednesday, December 11, 2002
Saturday, December 07, 2002
It looks like I'm going to be getting a new home computer.
If we build it, here's the case, isn't she purty? Add an 80GB hard disk - $90, a floppy - $20, i845GE motherboard with AGP port - $120, 256MB of RAM - $50, power supply, mouse, keyboard, speakers, I already have a decent monitor and printer.
Or, I might order one from Dell: 1.8GHz P4, 128MB RAM, 120GB hard disk, 48x CD-ROM, CD-RW, 32MB video card, and some surely crappy speakers for $549 plus shipping after a $100 mail-in rebate
Me: Hmm...this one looks like it's for people for whom English is a second language...
My new boss and I have been going over my tasks and duties because she is going to be on vacation next week. A lot of what I'm doing here is processing busywork to keep me occupied in between reference questions. Ironically, I think that my old job was more complex and utilized my reference skills more, even though I was categorized (and paid) as a clerk. Now, I'm doing many tasks that I think that a clerk could do, but I'm considered a paraprofessional. Go figure.
At the end of the day, my new boss told me that she my first week had gone very well, and asked me about how I felt about it. I told her that I feel that with this new job I'm pulling from my experience in all my past jobs, library or otherwise, and that the change had been much easier than I had feared. I really don't know what I was worried about, but I had been stressed out about it.
Thursday, December 05, 2002
Ugh. I got some kind of stomach flu and only managed to work half the day. Spent the rest of the day in bed (and in the bathroom) wishing someone would put me out of my misery. Mom came over with ginger ale and chicken broth.
Still a bit queasy, but much better than yesterday. We had our system-wide Christmas party this morning, which was nice. We put up a Christmas tree at our branch -- the other reader's advisor assembled the tree and put on the lights, and I finished it by putting on the garland, ornaments and angel. After work, we are getting together at a restaurant for a party for the woman whose job I'm now doing.
Tuesday, December 03, 2002
The bad news is that as soon as I got my computer set up just the way I like it, the hard drive started making horrible noises. The good news is that they brought me a brand-spankin'-new one this afternoon! (I called the head of Computer Services and held the phone next to the box as it went moan-sigh-moan-sigh-hiss-moan-sigh-soundofwaterboiling-moan-sigh, etc.)
My new boss' office is directly behind my desk, so there will be no blogging or posting to Rovidica during work hours. : (
I arrived at my new job just after 8 a.m., I had come early so that I could get my desk set up. I'm really glad that I did, because it was a mess. The woman who had had the desk before me had just left without cleaning it up. When I opened the drawer, it was a disaster area! It was filled with pens, pencils, and other office supplies, but she had also left all sorts of personal items, such as: two bottles of Sweet Breath, lots of Wint-o-green Lifesavers, and several tubes of lip balm -- I think she has some sort of paranoia about bad breath/chapped lips. So, I emptied the drawer completely, wiped it out, and started putting back what I wanted to keep, and throwing lots of stuff. She even left a mousepad made by her grandson! I gave it to my boss to send to her.
I pretty much went straight to work when we opened, asking questions of my boss and co-workers as things came up, but by the end of the day, it didn't seem like it could still be my first day at work. Maybe because the job is so similar to what I'm already doing at the university, I took right to it.
A few notable patron encounters: