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Last night (well, early this morning, really) I had a dream with Henry Frankenstein in it. Which I choose to interpret as my brain going, "So, you went to bed thinking about kinda heavy things, so here is a pretty mad scientist to cheer you up!"

Thank you, subconscious brain! Feel free to do that more often!

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There are two desks now, at the Kingston library, with a check out station on each. Now, of course, if there are two of us working at the desk, the patron may choose whichever station they wish but a lot of the time, I'm at the desk at one station while my coworker is off doing something else away from the desk.

What I don't understand is the people who come up to check out, clearly see me and acknowledge my presence at my station and then deliberately choose to go to the empty station. It's not as though the other desk is somehow more convenient for the patron. And it's not as though I'm hiding behind something or anything like that. Is it some sort of power thing? Do they derive some sort of weird pleasure from making me move to another desk?

What the hell is with that?