these smiley MFers came for the free food
Yesterday at work, I was helping a student, and suddenly she starts apologizing for bothering me, explaining that she’s “no good at library stuff.” ”I LIVE FOR THIS,” I said. We laughed, but I said, “Yo, for real though, I do.”
And reassured her that it’s never a bother, that she’s brave for admitting she doesn’t know something, and that asking for help—any help, even just for DVDs about mitosis…which we had! and she had already found one!—makes her a a damn good library user. And maybe I overwhelmed her with my enthusiasm, but dear Jesus, she said she’d be back. SO. Long story short: I’m sorry if one librarian scared you or didn’t help you or was a certified jerk. Most of us are super rad, smiley, helpful, fun, people who like just looking ish up and seeing what we can see.
So I came home to ladybar having paid a Vietnam vet $30 for THIS. He’s now calling it “art” and says I can’t paint over it.
This is ridiculousfantastic. That “P” is a cleaver, cutting down all haters’ arguments in a single blow!
Cliché as it is, I do like getting flowers for no reason. Last night, L picked up flowers AND BURRITOS.
I just mistyped “collaboration” and now I’m thinking of collaborative abortions and laaaauughing.