Take Two

I wrote an entry at school today that turned out to be quite morose, which was not my intention when I started writing it or when I took the pictures to go with it. So here are the pictures:



This is my desk at work, which I rather like, unlike a lot of the other stuff in that joke they call a library. *ahem* Anyway, my desk is nice and big and has lots of drawers and a lot of room underneath to hide stuff. I could sleep there, a la George Costanza.


These are the shelves behind my desk, all for my own stuff, which I really, really like, because in the old library I had two horrible sets of bookshelves that were 30 year old shop-class rejects. I have lots of nice room now for all kinds of stuff, books, and the I.D. card system and book processing supplies and the four volume set of the Dewey Decimal system.



And, oy. This is what I see when I sit at the main part of my desk (not the side part where the computer is.) Is this just the stupidest thing you ever saw? There are seven such pillars in the library, but this one is the most strategically placed. People walk in the door (on the right end of the picture) and kind of just disappear. That would be the same people I'm supervising, and whose parents expect me to guarantee, more or less, that they will come out of my library alive and in the same condition they were in when they came in.

So there, those are my library pics for the day. Other than that, I've done little besides argue with medical billing people and/or health insurance people, and go back to the supermarket for more Greek yogurt, which is apparently my newest food obsession. Try it. Fage yogurt, with honey. Mmmm good.

I'm off to nuke me some dinner.



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