You Are Getting Sleepy...

 

I am totally exhausted at the moment. Self-inflicted by a new shiny 3D Zelda game and too many nights with said game in one hand and an alcoholic beverage in the other. And it only arrived on Friday. By next month we'll probably be engaged.

I'm also spending a lot of time in dark stacks (interesting-sounds like a euphemism - 'Ive been in really dark stacks lately about that name tag mixup...') because I'm too bone idle to get to the switch. Also it makes me feel a bit like I've died.

Still. In one of the rare times I did turn the lights on, I found this gem:

Transcript: 'Beware Holly, the monster of Tower 17/She'll come and eat you for tea at 11:15'

The Church has its Priorities Sorted...

I guess it's important to cover all bases. Like the Philosophy for Everyone series. They know what the people want.

Aldarriozstenziecy

We're all connected

in the West Womb. Which is necessary for support when readers fail at even the simplest things.

Better they fail totally than change their minds though, like the guy who today ordered a bunch of books on the Trans-Siberian railway then cancelled them all, probably because he realised, wait, that sounds like a lot of hassle.

Also I hope this guy doesn't go to manuscripts:

On an unrelated note I read this a couple of days ago in a public toilet*:

For which I thank the graffiti artist.

*clarification: mooncup is 'the original silicone menstrual cup' which is reusable. Hot.

Oh, Ohhhh, Oh

 

...

I rarely talk about anything serious on this blog but here goes:

 

I want to walk John O Groats to Land's End. I really, really do. I dont care if I take the scenic route or not, I just want to walk that far. There's something really nice about the idea of getting up one day and walking and not stopping. Like Forrest Gump only running is so bliddy tiring I'd go for the leisurely, British counterpart; the hike, the ramble, the excursion.

So, if anyone fancies joining me, you get the pleasure of my company for the puny price of 874miles food and bedding.

Oh, and you'll have to carry stuff cos I'm not very strong.

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: