they want my home and cell phone number. I really don't like giving them out workwise. Certainly not both of them.
Coming in late to say that I am just finished compiling this list of all our employees. We did it so we would actually have emergency contacts--the home phone is to reach employees if something happens like an earthquake to tell them not to come in, and the emergency contact is so we can contact someone if the employee, say, falls down the stairs and has to go to the hospital. Only a select few will have this list.
Heh, megan walker beat me to "none of those words is French."
I just had my #2 most exciting library desk shift ever - got to hold a student's hand as she writhed in pain on the floor and we waited for the ambulance to come. Seven minutes is a looong time when a young person is saying softly, "Can you call them again and ask them to hurry? Please?" My "I am not a doctor" diagnosis would be an ovarian cyst. Poor kid.
Yikes -- poor girl. What was the most exciting?
Most exciting involved a mentally ill woman who was throwing things and screaming. It was pretty disturbing. The police came and took her to the ER, and a huge crowd gathered.
People in public libraries deal with "exciting" shit all the time, but it's really rare in an academic library. All we usually get is tears about un-saved papers.
H₂0 in solid form is precipitating out of gaseous clouds suspended in the atmosphere.
I was up all night with an evil stomach flu. Am home from work today and laying around like a lump.
For tommyrot and other Chicagoista bike riders: find a bike rack, sortable by zip codes!
There's a chance that we'll be getting the same nasty crap tommy is on saturday. I'm not excited.
Ow! The plastic spoon I'm eating my yoghurt with cut my lip. This is ecology exacting a price for me using disposables, isn't it?
Ugh, scrappy. Is it over now?
