Ooops.

Today was a bad day. I had a full cart of books with my cup of coffee on the bottom. As I was turning the corner something happened and the books went tumbling to the ground. My coffee went with them, adding a nice additional stain to the carpet since we don't have enough. So now I was stuck picking all that shit up, and my cup of life was gone. I can only hope that the prospect of winter weather will make tomorrow a better day...a DAY OFF!

It's soooo hot!

So our air conditioner/heat is connected to the civic center. Guess what? They are doing something over there and we currently have no air. It is hot as hell. I guess that kind of fits this place...Seriously though, it's almost unbearable. They need to give us a bonus for our suffering.  I'm getting a little personal fan to attach to my bookcart. Heck, maybe I'll just go crazy and take all my clothes off. I'd fit right in with some people!

UGH.

Currently on lunch break. Have four more hours to go. There is nothing for me to do. I am dying a slow death. LONGEST DAY EVER.

All we need is a grass skirt and coconut bra.

Trouble

So, one day the firemen had to come help out with a situation. I saw them all coming in and had no clue what was going on, I just enjoyed the view. It turns out that the security guard, who we call "Trouble" took the elevator up to the second floor and it got stuck. He was in there for a good hour. I didn't even know we had an elevator, but I think I'll stick to the stairs. We still make fun of him about it. He's a pretty cool old man. He really likes suspenders and wears them just about everyday, and he always carries a western paperback in his pocket. He's lasted the longest of any of the security guards so far. He refers to all of us women as the "mean ones." I'll tell you the story of when he got beat up by the homeless lady another time.

Shut up Joel Osteen.

I'm just going to say this. I hate Joel Osteen. I have to shelve his books (and he has a lot), which forces me to gaze upon his grinning face...a face I wish I could slap. I don't know why I despise him so much. I think it's just his smile...and maybe the fact that I think he's not very sincere and just wants money. I think his books are full of crap.

Love the pose.

A proposal.

So, Wilbur (aka Willie, Willy Wonka, Wilby) is in love with me. He is a volunteer and he is so funny! He has one heck of a personality. He has Down Syndrome, and he is one of the sweetest people know. He has a lot of attitude too. He turns 40 this year. Today he proposed to me. I told him I would think about it since earlier that day he confessed that he kissed another girl, but then he told her that he had me. I also told him before I commit he is going to have to bring in some $. He cracks me up.