Being a Goof

So now I have this great project to work on at work, and I'm already bored. What I have before me this afternoon is several videotapes that have to be entered in a kind of library code-language (it's called MARC, which stands for ... something ... machine ... accessible ... record ... I don't know, ceeping? Okay, it's Machine Readable Cataloging, no idea where the A came from.) Anyway, I don't care for MARC coding, but it's what I've got. So I thought I would write you all instead.

My stress level is considerably lower today than it was yesterday. Most of this is due to less stress with my offspring, always good. Had a long chat with K last night about a variety of things, including her desire to move out on her own, but she doesn't want me to feel bad about her moving out. Uh ... really, no problem, no problem at all. I love her dearly and enjoy her company, but it's time -- past time -- for both of us for her to be on her own. It's the financial issue, though, and graduate school, but she's examining options. As for the other one, I hadn't really spoken to her when they got home Tuesday night, other than a quick hug and a hello when I went to pick up K at R's apartment, so I was stressed over worrying if she'd had less than a good trip, since K had some issues (which was part of my Tuesday night stress.) But no, R was tickled with every minute of the whole trip, so I breathed a sigh of relief after talking to her last night.

I'm not being stressed much today, but I haven't had the chance to call the therapist yet. I'll call tomorrow, since there's no school (Good Friday) and I can call from the privacy of home, as opposed to calling from school. I am very, very psyched about sleeping past 5.45 am tomorrow. Less so about going to the gynecologist at 10.30, and having mixed feelings about going to the accountant in the afternoon. I am such a numbers and money dummy that I just never have any sense of how taxes are going to work out each year. If they tell me I owe, I'm not surprised; if they tell me there's a refund, I'm delighted and amazed. Since I didn't do anything overtly stupid this year, a refund is a better possibility, but again, I never know. I just like the accountant thing to be over. (Although I'd really like a nice refund to put in the Hubs' new car fund, so we could get that whole debacle over with at last.)

Oh, oh, get this. In the period before I went to lunch, I got a call from one of the school social workers, who tells me that she has a girl there with her who needs to find information for an assignment on anorexia. The S.W. says to me, very hesitantly, "Do you have ... anything ... on that?" I bit my tongue and did not reply, "What are you, a freaking moron?" and instead I said sweetly, "Yes. Of course." So then she goes on and says "So what should I have her do?" Uh ... didn't you go to college, lady? "Tell her to come to the library and see me." "Oh. You'll help her?" Why yes, yes I will. That is the condition of my receiving a salary. People come to the library and I help them find the information they need. And what is it that you do again?

Anyway, the kid, thank god, was way more on the ball, and remembered how to the use the library catalog when I reviewed it with her, and had no trouble whatsoever locating the information she needed in the books we found, and even explained to me why one of the books was better than the others, and so on. Why she didn't just come here herself I have no idea, but it probably had something to do with the assignment being late and needing an excuse on file with her caseworker. Even so, just another case of people who should know better having no idea whatsoever of what a library is or what I'm here for. You know, it's disheartening after all these years. I shoulda been a fireman; everybody knows what they do.


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