bloodyrosemccoy | Disappointment

So this morning I was on a bus with all of my friends, ever, on the way to Disneyworldland. The morning sun promised warmth and dazzling light on a day that would be filled with water slides, roller coasters, catching up with friends, shopping, and more junk food than anyone could possibly want. I felt alive, anticipatory, waiting to expend all my excess energy on the good things life offers.

Then I woke up and had to go to work, where kids whined that they wanted to get on the computer again, patrons turned in books coated with sticky substances and threw things on the floor and demanded to see the MAGIC DVDS behind the counter,* and my supervisor took out her prize-winningly nasty mood on me with a constant barrage of passive-aggressive potshots. Also the latest ailment is the sniffles.

I am thinking I should have stayed on that bus.

Mom wonders why I prefer being asleep.

ETA: Eureka. I just realized that tomorrow is the Feast of St. Emo. This would explain a LOT.

*Everyone is convinced that the DVDs they want are behind the counter waiting to be shelved. Once they’re on the shelf they are boring, but when they are not yet there they are THE ONLY DVDS WORTH LOOKING AT SO WHY CAN’T I JUST COME BACK THERE AND LOOK.

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:( Believe me, if there's anything that could get me to anticipate a trip to Disneylandworld it would be going there with you. (Great, now I want to do that this summer.) And I'm sorry you had a crappy day. *long-distance cookies*

WE SHOULD TOTALLY GO TO DISNEYWORLDLAND THIS SUMMER.

Probably Disneyland, since the Dude is in California and it's easier to (guh) drive there and all, although as I understand it is slightly less OMFG YAY than Disneyworld. BUT STILL.

My sister and I do have a Disneyworldland Jar with lots of nickels in it ...

It may be less massive than Disney World, but the Indiana Jones ride is still super fun, and the Jungle Boats are still full of terrible puns.

Unfortunately, Tomorrowland is not as zeerust as it once was.

Dammit, I WANT MY DECO FUTURE.

Oh, I would still enjoy Disneyland, no doubt. I just have never been there--only to Disneyworld, once, when I was nine, and due to some sort of travel package Mom'n'Dad bought, which I believe was called The Completely Hedonistic Grand Plan, it was AMAZING--grand suites and room service and planned breakfasts and we got to go to the park an hour before The Great Unwashed and parties and light shows. I'm not sure anything could compare after that ...

*Hug of Solidarity between People Who Work in Libraries* I'm sorry your day sucked, bro. We had a couple not-so-fun patrons today as well, including a man who made a Big Fuss about his dog not being allowed in, and some dude who was labouring under the delusion that I - as a part-time page - had All the IT abilities, ever, and needed to fix his computer right now, dammit!

Also, the Feast of St. Emo sounds like something I could get behind. I would have thought the most depressing day of the year would be in November, but I guess January also makes sense.

Hope tomorrow (despite being the Feast of St. Emo) goes better for you!

Well, today was special because it was my supervisor being nasty. I'm not sure what THAT was about, but I got the brunt of it. Allow me to rant at you:

[rant mode] Okay, see, she asked me to find holds for other branches, and I asked if I shouldn't put away a couple of DVDs first, which takes maybe two minutes. She said "Fine" and then about, y'know, two minutes later, just as I was finishing those DVDs, she snatched the hold list from me and, when I said I could do it first if she'd like, she told me no and stormed away with it. Then she was pissy to me all day and kept snapping at me when I'd try to step in and help her or the other librarian, even when the other one asked me to, and at the end of the day when I offered to help her finish the check-ins her only response was, "I needed your help when I asked you to do holds."

"And I was about to do them," I said. "Sorry if I did something wrong."

"It's cool," she said, which was obviously not true.

So she got to do the check-in all by herself. Because dammit I was done with that shit. [/rant mode]

... There. I feel better now. Patrons I can handle. It's coworkers that get to me.

Oh, also the inside joke of the Feast of St. Emo is that one time a while back I read some fluff article about a guy who proved January 24 was the most depressing day of the year using MATH. I remained unconvinced, but it amused me. So when we were discussing how we needed some sort of AntiChristmas to get us through the post-holiday letdown, this was what I came up with.

I shall put on a ton of black eyeliner and then go stand in the rain, in honor of the Feast of St. Emo, while listening to music that is all in minor chords. Then I shall write execrable poetry.

Emo: goth without the fashion sense.

I hope it was ~~fun~~ very emo!

I'm afraid that today just isn't the most depressing day of the year for me since I have an actual job interview that I'm pretty excited about. I think I'll save up my Feast of St Elmo for another day.

How'd the interview go?

It was for a nanny job for 11 week old twin baby girls. The babies are adorable, I like the family, and they're talking to a couple of other people before making any final decisions so I won't know for another week or so whether or not I got the job. In the mean time, though, I've been flooded by responses to my Craigslist ad thanks to a bit of convenient nepotism and my Dad posting it to his work's listserv, so spirits are high and life is looking good :-)

As somebody who works at a library... I've been there. When I put books away there is always several of them that have mysterious stains and sticky substances. I have to wash my hands several times :/

And when I'm putting DVDs away, people swarm like moths to a flame around my cart. It's like "ZOMG!! A DVD!! MUST LOOK!!" - you could, oh, I don't know, look at books? Libraries have those, too.

OH GOD IT'S GROSS WHAT YOU FIND ON THOSE BOOKS.

I tend to refer to them as seagulls around a garbage barge. And I'm perversely glad they don't swarm my book carts, because that would also be annoying.

Thanks for the reminder about the Feast of Saint Emo. I'll have to pick up some Ice Cream from the store on the way home from work to celebrate properly.

That also kinda makes me want to write a parody version of "St. Elmo's Fire", but I ain't got the energy for it right now.

Heh, well, zero energy is a hallmark of St. Emo's Day.

Ironically, St. Emo's ended up being one of the better days I've had lately. That's not saying much, but I still find it amusing.

And I spent the Feast of Saint Emo on a plane coming back from a very lovely and far too short vacation visit to Places Foreign, Or At Least Oregonian. So I'm guessing I celebrated it correctly.

Airplanes are about as depressing as you can get. As is going back to the humdrum everydayness at the end of a trip. So yeah, I'd say that was well-timed. ;)

And on the drive to the airport it was RAINING. Plus it was really really cold in the plane. And the reading lights kept flickering which gave me the airplane oogies.

*Everyone is convinced that the DVDs they want are behind the counter waiting to be shelved. Once they’re on the shelf they are boring, but when they are not yet there they are THE ONLY DVDS WORTH LOOKING AT SO WHY CAN’T I JUST COME BACK THERE AND LOOK.

I know I'm late but, OMG yes, it's the same with retail. I could have an empty sales floor and I'm trying to put clothes away using a rolling rack to do so, and people only want what's on this tiny rack. Forget the 1,100 sq feet with other racks they can look upon. Nope, they only want what's on this 4 foot rack and will push me out of the way to look. Gah, customers suck!

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