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Sep. 28th, 2010 01:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darchildreThings:
- Today, I bought a little bag of pumpkin spice caramels from the seasonal bulk candy section of the grocery store. They are amazing. I may still be wearing stupid summer clothes but at least I have autumnal candy.
- In the bookdrop this morning, we received a damaged book with a note. The note said (paraphrased), "Sorry about the damages. I will pay for them if I have to. Please don't charge me late fees." Lady, the first three pages of the book are shredded. There is no way they can be repaired in such a way as to be circulatable. Of course you are going to have to pay for the book. (Spiteful!me wants to charge you late fees as well, but that's because I'm, well, spiteful.)
- This weekend is the Lovecraft Film Festival in Portland. I am excited. I am excited both about the festival itself and about the fact that it is basically four whole days during which, except for basic transactional conversation, I don't have to talk to anyone.
- It's not that I don't like conversation, mind, but it's tiring and sometimes one wants to be left alone with one's thoughts. On solo trips, I look forward as much to the traveling itself as the destination. There is very little more soothing than a long train ride that one has made several times before, when one can ride secure in the knowledge that one will reach one's destination, that there's nothing one has to do, and no one to look after or be responsible for but one's self.
- Just had a patron call and ask to be transferred to our reference desk. I was momentarily taken aback, as the Kingston library is, y'know, roughly twice the size of my bedroom. We don't have room for a whole other desk, guys.
- Today, I bought a little bag of pumpkin spice caramels from the seasonal bulk candy section of the grocery store. They are amazing. I may still be wearing stupid summer clothes but at least I have autumnal candy.
- In the bookdrop this morning, we received a damaged book with a note. The note said (paraphrased), "Sorry about the damages. I will pay for them if I have to. Please don't charge me late fees." Lady, the first three pages of the book are shredded. There is no way they can be repaired in such a way as to be circulatable. Of course you are going to have to pay for the book. (Spiteful!me wants to charge you late fees as well, but that's because I'm, well, spiteful.)
- This weekend is the Lovecraft Film Festival in Portland. I am excited. I am excited both about the festival itself and about the fact that it is basically four whole days during which, except for basic transactional conversation, I don't have to talk to anyone.
- It's not that I don't like conversation, mind, but it's tiring and sometimes one wants to be left alone with one's thoughts. On solo trips, I look forward as much to the traveling itself as the destination. There is very little more soothing than a long train ride that one has made several times before, when one can ride secure in the knowledge that one will reach one's destination, that there's nothing one has to do, and no one to look after or be responsible for but one's self.
- Just had a patron call and ask to be transferred to our reference desk. I was momentarily taken aback, as the Kingston library is, y'know, roughly twice the size of my bedroom. We don't have room for a whole other desk, guys.
