Japes. Or Something.

I am at the point now where my job is in real danger of getting mundane, and have resorted to annoying people incessantly. Well, when I say resorted I mean I can't help it.

For instance, today I trapped a coworker between two 'rolling stacks' so he couldn't get out. Which is pretty funny, it's like if Lara Croft got trapped between those spiky walls only they weren't spiky and the power was sh*t. But then I let him out because I'm nice. Well, mainly because he couldn't really breathe. Well, when I say I let him out I mean someone else did.

Fred: Uncovered

Long ago I heard the legend of 'Fred,' the book that knocked a fetcher unconscious, but only yesterday did I finally meet Him.

His official name is  S827.a.3.

Those of you who are perceptive will realise I'm writing this at a usual work hour. This is because I have the whole, delicious morning off (weyyy) and am thus avoiding what some people term

Mm yes. Joy. Joy if you make a living selling the idea rather than doing it, anyway.

Saturday Schmatterday

Worked my first Saturday today and I have to say it was rather uneventful. The only change from a reg-lar day is that I have a shorter lunch break (boo) finish earlier (yay) talk to more readers (hm) and do someone else's reshelving. O, that and I got to be in RARE for a bit, which involved pressing a button to open a gate. And playing assorted alien/sudoku/snake/bejewelled games on my phone because nothing happens in RARE on a Saturday.

One thing that did happen and freaked the hell outta me was that I went down to WBB4 and got a book (this was the first time I went down the stairs to the basement, and on the worst day to do it I know, because there's no one around and so I was basically alone in the basement wandering I did not know where...) and anyway I found the book and walked over to the lift. And before I pressed anything the lift DELIVERED ITSELF to me and opened. There was no one in it or anything. No one anywhere. It just KNEW.

So I'm filing a report for paranormal activity right now. If we can't have a rapture at least there'll be some kinda broohaha for people to bother themselves with. Like Area 51.

I also recieved my end-of-probation form which was generally complimentary.

Or at least these sections were left blank and well, I feel sorry for the not-likely-to-be-satisfactory's, because that column ends with a 'notice of termination' section.

Good thing I'm great. And smart. And modest. Though not as modest as this author:

Manners, Cake and Scissoring

Ok so I love it when readers are polite, especially when they put please/thankyou on the callslips, since those little things are inhuman greenyellow printer vomit in my eyes half the time. Well, when I'm tired. So like... 3/4 of the time. A little 'thank you' goes a long way.

Though there is such thing as too much.

You may be wondering why I haven't posted in a while, and, well, it's because I've been both bored and eating cake.

A Hello Kitty cake no less, and if a cake with a cat's face doesn't do it for you, how about a cake without?

...

Today was pretty quiet as exam season goes, so I got some time to pigeonhole (sort out periodicals) aka 'p/hole'... Normally gratefully received since it means I can actually sit down for a bit, but none the greaterfully received than when I get a scissoring centrefold.

Virgin of the 9001.d.3097

Dude, where's my S400:1.b.95.31?

Oh, sod off. I'm busy.

Lost Books, Lonely Shoes and Unicorns

Thought I had lost a book today, and so I spent most of the morning in a blind panic. I imagine the only thing worse is actually losing a book, for which I think I would probably be locked in the tower or mysteriously involved in an accident with flatbed trollies.

Anyway, after that drama I was content to mindlessly fetch, and barely took in any interesting titles.

But I did see some more lonely shoes on the way home. Which makes: two pairs of lonely shoes, or as my friend the Count says: Uh, Uh.

I Risk My Life In There...

To all those people who think my job is boring + safe

 

You've obviously never run into your own trolley

Both Sides Now

I love it when both sides of the stack are open:

Totally gives me an 'open road' feeling, and I can't resist running through it. Sometimes singing, too.

Lunch Duty and 5-Day Week

Well it's back to real work, rather than that 3day/4day pretence we were at before, and to top it all off I have lunch duty. This wouldn't be so bad except I start feeling like I never see anyone, since lunch duty is 1hr15 of just 2 people fetching (or sometimes one) followed by lunch on my own. Well, without anyone I actually know, and I'm not keen on talking to strangers, like the guy today who tried to tell me all about Bedford (which is fun enough, apparently, if you come from Saffron Walden. I'm just glad he went back there.)

It's not all bad, because I did fnd an intellectual slogan for PETA

But I missed out on the royal wedding disposable cups, which was disappointing.