HAPPY ST.PATTY'S DAY!
Man. I love this freakin' holiday. I totally made Irish Soda Bread FROM SCRATCH. YEAH! And it looks BEAUTIFUL. I mean, I haven't EATEN it yet, but it sure do look nice. I mean, you guys when I took it out of the oven I was positively GIDDY. Like OMG! LOOK WHAT I CAN DO! TAKE A PICTURE OF ME HOLDING IT! Kind of giddy. I also made creamy, rustic, potato soup with scallions and cheddar cheese AND Grasshopper Pie. The Grasshopper Pie was especially The Beave. She loves it. And what The Beave wants? THE BEAVE GETS.
This should be remembered by ALL.
You will all be happy to know that [New Play!] is getting exponentially larger crowds. This? Is a good thing. Also, this weekend will mark it's bittersweet end.
Also? This week at the library, we are taking "inventory". AKA, I am down on my hands and knees under tables and chairs writing down barcodes that may or may not be on them. And I'm all...um, since they are BARCODED shouldn't there be a way for me to grab a farkin' scanner, ala creating a registry at Target, and scan these bitches into some digitized list somewhere?
That? Is apparently a distant dream.
And when I say we are inventorying EVERYTHING I mean, that we are literally writing down every barcode on EVERY SINGLE PIECE of property in the building. Every computer monitor, every keyboard, every mouse, every chair, every everything.
And I totally farkin' ripped my favorite work pants crawling around on the floor. The freaking got some sort of like razor gash on them. There's apparently things that can cut you BAD on the library floor.
Other wonderful things happening at the library...our computers are spontaneously disconnecting from the network printer. This? Is something we cannot fix. Because this job is full of fail. So, the WONDERFUL patrons are having to get disks from us to save their work, bring the disk back up to the RefDesk and we print it off for them.
These motherfuckers have now stolen 4 disks.
Like fuck you fuck faces.
I swear to JEEBUS my SOUL is DYING.