My friend’s holiday treat is, after a few years of being away, is on a day that I can go! Damn you two-week rotation and working every other Saturday! Damn you!
My baking skills are minimal.
Ummm, at my last attendance I baked the pull-apart-the-little-squares premade cookies….and almost died when I saw what everyone brought.
One woman brought cupcakes with little Santas on them…made out of sprinkles. Santa!
Suggestions from the peanut gallery would be appreciated.
I need something: 1) easy 2) that my limited attention span will be able to make 3) something I won’t be tempted to eat (adding raisins works)?
I don’t remember who you are, and you don’t follow me, but here it is.
Thanks for the great review of Fangirl! I read your review and said that by the time I got it (long holds list) I wouldn’t be able to remember why I got it.
Yesterday’s interview didn’t go well, but when I saw Rainbow Rowell’s (it’s a hard name to forget) name on a list of authors I knew who she was.
I’m more familiar with Eleanor & Park; but I wouldn’t have found that without you.
The job won’t be mine, but at least I didn’t totally die.
Thanks for saving me.
If “The shoe-makers children go barefoot” applies to libraries this is a perfect example of “The collection development librarian’s home branch has a badly maintained collection.”
I’m a librarian, so I understand that the FOUR BOOK TRUCKS of unshelved items are because there is no room on the shelves and not the other way around. But at first glance? It’s hard to tell where the books should be.
My first to-to list is a circulation report (age/number of circs/number of copies, etc)
I have a job interview for a one-year-temporary Teen Librarian job on Thursday.
I’ve The Fault in Our Stars at home for two weeks.
It’s time to read it ‘cause it’ll make me sound cool and interesting if they ask what the most recent YA I’ve read it.
I hate reading wildly popular books*. There’s a pressure to love it; I want to be a cool kid!
I am a s….l….o….w reader; gawd, I’m not sure I’m going to finish in time. Crap. I’ll try searching for a site with spoilers this afternoon.
*It’s a dubious honor to be able to say I listened to half of CD of The Hunger Games in 2008 and didn’t like it.
I lead staff training. I gave everyone 3 scraps of paper and asked them to write comments/suggestions down and put them in the suggestion box before break (morning), lunch and break (afternoon). To make it confidential I asked everyone to write something on their slip and put it in the box; so if only one person had a comment, they wouldn’t feel uncomfortable putting a slip in.
I told the group “If you don’t have anything to say, you can write “Vanessa you’re doing great”
I didn’t think anyone* would….
I’ve decided to believe that it’s true.
Really true. Not the “Really, you’re hair looks fine” compliment.
I’m bringing “Vanessa you’re doing great!” with me to Thursday’s job interview
*I could only fit 3 in the picture.
I’m going to pretend that I can’t work on my iPad Mini set-up because the battery is charging.
Instead I going to go with my original afternoon’s Mini plan…searching on etsy for a cute cover.
There is a limit to what I wanted to buy at WalMart.
I was planning on going the Samsung route, but after I got a chance to get an iPad Mini for $249* I had to. My sister’s drunk the iStuff kool-aid, so it time for me to get on board.
It took me a few days to open the box; which is interesting because I’m the tablet and eReader “expert” at work.
I was hoping the battery would be dead so I wouldn’t have to do anything yet.
I’m working on the set-up and feeling slightly anxious.
I tell library customers to not be afraid, and yet here I am slightly terrified. I didn’t even pay full price.
I’m too comfortable with my falling apart PlayBook.
*The magic of the WalMart “Price Match”; I might be the last person on the planet to have heard of this.
If I were a dentist my hell would include wall-to-wall scull tattoos.
That is not what teeth look like! You forgot the canines! The sharp pointy ones! Those look like cheap dentures!
My co-worker is on union leave. She kicks ass and gets no thanks. Most of my co-workers are still complaining that, in our current contract, we’re only getting cost of living increases. I’m happy that we’re getting that. It drives me insane that it’s the people who’ve been here the longest complain the most. I would love to shout.
Shut it! I’ve had enough of your whining and complaining! Be glad that you’re at the top of the pay scale, I’d love to get what you get.
She also pointed out, when hearing that our former co-worker had a baby boy:
Amos sounds like anus.
I mean really, how can I not think she’s great?
These are her plants. From left to right are:
- Better – lots of new leaves
- Worse – there weren’t so many, ok fine any, stems when she left
- No Change – just as she left it
The worst part is that I volunteered to take care of her plants. She said thanks. That it was nice of me to offer because she was worried they would die while she was away. Oh.
I tried to get a replacement, but it’s not easy to find a specific type of plant at the end of November.
Maybe she won’t remember that she had 3?
I thought it was a typo, but the tag on my new Bogs is correct. Google told me so.
Once it gets that cold it doesn’t really matter anymore.
Will my feet be warm? Does it really matter if the rest of me is whimpering in pain?
On the bright side, after -40 Celsius starts feeling warmer (relatively speaking)….I’d definitely prefer -51C than -60F
YOU CAN’T PUT DIRTY DISHES BACK IN THE CUPBOARD!
My brother-in-law’s slightly hysterical shout implies that I’ve just licked peanut butter off a knife.
My sister and I are making Jello*, and I’ve used the measuring cup for the hot water and cold water.
Me: I only used it to measure water
Him: If you use it, it has to be washed
I don’t know what he thinks happens in the dishwasher if water makes a dish dirty, but it’s his house, so I respect his rules. The measuring cup and pot both go in the dishwasher.
Sister: Don’t put that in the dishwasher, it’ll only take up space
I can feel the argument getting ready to begin, and I do not want to become involved, so the girls and I go to the park.
*None of this would have happened, if my sister carried her weight on the “Let’s make rice krispie squares” shopping. I’m sorry, but I am *not* making rice krispies using Corn Pops.
It’s still an idea floating in my head.
Everyone would meet at my sisters (her house is big and pet free) and everyone would bring a kitchen gadget they want to sell or trade for something else.
Is there someone out there wants my hardly used waffle maker; not a great purchase for someone who prefers pancakes. Perhaps it’s the person who has the rice cooker I wish I had? My slow cooker for a hand blender?
My sister does not need a popcorn machine, but she can’t remember the last time she used her juicer, so it could work out.
There would have to be rules: you can only take/buy as many items as you brought…which means I might not get my Panini press. Hmmm. But leaving with more than I brought sorta defeats the purpose.
According to my drivers’ license, birth certificate passport and mother my birthday is in August.
I’ve decided that my birthday is in November; there is something extra good about cake in the staff break room.
Happy Birthday to everyone born in November and those of celebrating cake-cake-cake day.
I arrive at my sisters and Niece One and Two greet me at the door crying. Or maybe they were waiting for me at the door crying.
Me: What’s wrong?
Girls: We’re not allowed to go into the kitchen.
I go into the kitchen; I’m not sure if I’m going to get kicked out as well.
Me: What’s going on?
Sister: I told them if they didn’t stay back from the stove, they couldn’t stay in the kitchen.
<I smell cookies!>
Sister: Show them the scar on your hand from when you got burned by the oven. I’ve told them that it is dangerous to be close to the hot stove and they could get hurt.
<I have no idea what she’s talking about. But I can see the desperation in her eyes>
<I show them my hand.>
I can see that Niece One is sceptical, but doesn’t say anything.
Me: You could have sent me a text warning.
Sister: I was desperate.
Thank-god they’re 3 and 5 or the I-was-slicing-a-bagel scar wouldn’t have worked.
It seems cruel or kismet that right after I finish (sorta) paying for my MLIS I see the “SJSU SLIS Post-Master’s Certificate Program.”
I could benefit from some official-put-in-on-my-resume continuing education. Amazing, but not likely to happen, would be graduating on the 15th anniversary of getting my MLIS (May 2000)
I don’t need to think about the total cost of the program. Baby steps. Getting in needs to be #1.
The application process looks simple, but one part made me smile.
When you graduated with your master’s degree, which subject area, and where you are working.
Subject area? Maybe in the big schools, but being part of a class of 20 (technically 19 ‘cause someone got caught plagiarizing)? Ummm. No. I’m not sure if “Library stuff and a few courses from the MBA program.” counts as a subject area.
I was a Children’s Librarian ‘cause I took one course.
I worked as a Teen Librarian ‘cause I took one course.
Thankfully, its after approval that I need to submit an unofficial transcript. So, I could get in before they see the bad grades* or vagueness.
My sister has a BA in English, she can help me. I hope.
*Here a B is passing, I have 2 B- which was passing.