I am bigger than my body gives me credit for

First day on the job went surprisingly well considering I was running on 2 hours of sleep.

Some Impressions:

Everyone there is really nice.

Everyone there is really in a relationship :-p (I know afraidofliving can relate to that horror)

All the students are insanely good looking, too bad I'm too busy working to flirt with any of them.

It was a fairly slow day over all. Only picked up as I was leaving. Most of the day I just learned the ropes, how to check stuff in and out, how to file the reserves, that sort of stuff.

I know we bitched alot about how disorganized the Knox library was but at least everything there is filed on computers. The reserves at NYIT are all manual check outs so it takes some practice to keep track of what's in and what's out. Makes for some pretty hefty crowds at the circ desk as well.

And NYIT actually has a metal detector, which means I don't have to check everyopne's bag as they leave, but by the same token I have to get used to sensitizing and desensitizing every book that come in or goes out. I forgot to do it ALL day today so everyone I checked out made the alarms go off. Oops. That'll take some practice.

Found out I didn't need my birth certificate. Apparently all my other ID was enough. Yay!

I left early for lunch and walked over to Mom's office to see if we could dine together. She was leaving the building just as I was coming in so she was very surprised. We went across the street, bought some pizza, and then went back upstairs and ate in her office break room. It was very pleasant and she was happy I came over. I figured I should do it now since i won't be able to as soon as I start my regular hours.

I came home and immediately crashed. I woke four hours later, but I don't plan on being awake much longer. Crashing was nice. Want to do more of it.

Tomorrow I get to go clothes shopping, hooray!

And then Saturday it's back to work.

Night night.

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It's weird how many people are proud of me for getting this job. Not that it isn't something worth being proud of, it just got me wondering what exactly everyone is proud of? My ability to make a decent impression? To smile and charm my way into the heart of a potential employer? My ability to shelf read library of congress call numbers? Granted, not every Joe Shmoe can do any or even all of the above, but...I dunno. Maybe I'm being pessimistic but I just don't see what the big hoopla is. I have income now. GREAT! I can pay bills, and possibly move out and live on my own if I save up enough. I now have the potential to live independently. And it's my skills that have warrented me that opportunity. Wait...I think I just found the why! They're proud because I have been given the opportunity to live independently based on my unique, idividual, and acquired talents. Okay, now I get it.

Random Circulation Observation #1: Boys are smelly. All of them. Every young man I interacted with today smelled sweaty and dirty. However, not a single one of the girls did. The girls smelled fresh and floral, and just plain nice. Why is this? Is it genetic? Are girls just more self-conscious about the way they smell?

Random Circulation Observation # 2: There are far more chronically single women in this world than men. While I'm not saying there are NO chronically single men in the world, there aren't as many as you'd be led to believe. None of my guy friends have ever had a hard time getting a girlfriend when they wanted one. Can't say the same thing for any of my girl friends. I know girls who haven't had a bf in years, while their ex's have gone through four or five new gf's since. Girls just seem so much more willing to throw themselves at guys than vice versa. What is there, a shortage of men?

I also keep seeing all these gorgeous chicks with butt ass ugly guys. Why is this? And how are us ugly girls suppose to find a man when not even the ugly ones want us? I don't get it. Not one bit.

Santa

Teresita of Cabora is your folk saint, a
survivor of childhood abuse and a brutal rape
leading to a coma, from which she awoke with
mystical powers, said to include healing,
seeing the future, a talent for hypnosis, and
the ability to change her body size at will.
Chased out of Mexico by dictator Porfirio Diaz,
who was afraid of her influence, she ended up
in Clifton, AZ, where she did miracles and then
died of tuberculosis.


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Several Miles From the Sun

I went shoppin today :-D Got two pairs of slacks and two skirts at Old Navy, and I got two pairs of shoes at Payless. Took 200 bucks out of my bank account and I spent nearly all of it, but I'm sartorially set for the week so it was well worth it.

Back to work tomorrow. We'll see how the second day goes.