But all my problems are personal, and since I've been intensively trained to leave the personal at home, that doesn't really apply here.
Remember when I wrote all about the Publisher's Warehouse and all the friggin' boxes of books I have in my office? I'm down to 33! 33 boxes of books! Yay! I CAN SEE THE BOOKSHELVES IN MY OFFICE. Thanks to all and each one of the Gods that I happened upon the TWO vocational prison teaching programs dedicated to the Culinary Arts because half of the remaining books (yes, even AFTER I shipped off six boxes) are cook/diet books. (Honestly, these are mostly decent cookbooks...I've photocopied many a recipe out of these cook/diet books...except for the Dom Deluise books. I don't trust "Eat This, It's Healthy!" recipes from a guy that tubby.) (Side Note: The Hippy Gourmet Cookbook [possible sic] will be mine ASALP.)
Well, the boxes and boxes are a relatively small victory. Mostly, I'm worried about my Goals for this month. I was out most of last week (unexpected and lamented) and, hopefully, I'll be out most of next week (mostly planned).
Oh! And I just found out that I have to be in Jeff City for training on Wednesday. Did anybody even think to tell me this? Yes, surprisingly (and thankfully). Did they give me the news on the most stressful day of my life and in the worst possible month? A friggin' big YES. Is my life a total logistical mess? I don't have caps big enough.
Oh wait, some of that is personal.
Let me just say that when my Boss Boss says that I have no "support" at work, these are the times when I'm like "Support? What do you mean by this strange word?".
And now, once again, I have 40 hours of Work to do on the only day I'm going to be in the office next week. Well, I always have at least 40 hours of Work to do. This is just Things That Mostly Depend On Other People and/or Things That I Normally Do Later In The Week things that I want to get done.
/rant
P.S. The Maintenance guys were cleaning out my air ducts on Thursday (horrible burning smell). One Friday morning, one of my Offender Workers told Me that one of the Offender Maintenance Workers told my Offender Worker that they cleaned a nest of Brown Recluse Spiders out of the air ducts and to "be careful of the little ones". When I'm going through the Boxes of books, what do I find? A HYOOJ Fiddleback (colloquial term for a Brown Recluse....Fiddleback...sound out hyooj for yourself). I'm talking inch and a half with legs spread. Little ones? Please.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Totally Unexpected Fetal Pigs
My books smell like worms.
Wait, let me explain.
To those of us who remember high school after formaldehyde became a health hazard , remember when you had to dissect worm or frogs or fetal pigs (I did all three...missed out on the cats and lampreys, my bad)? Remember that smell? That cloying chemical, possibly cancerous, not as noxious or acerbic as formaldehyde odor?
That's what my book tape smells like.
Took me over two years to identify it, but I finally got it. Victory! Well, not really.
The thing is...a Publishers Warehouse when out of business. Like, a giant storage unit in which they (shock of all shocks) stored a bunch of book by publishers. We, as in DOC, and we as in I literally got at least half of the boxes, got the remaining stock.
As such, I was able to (forced to) sort through EVERY SINGLE FREAKIN' TITLE, reorganize them, repack them, and, of course, cherrypick whatever I wanted. In other words, think of 9000 books and picture any possible geological formation. I have every single one of them built of books in my library. Mostly on the floor and under tables (the only space left now).
Okay, to get to the point: I processed and whatnot a metric tonne of books (only 100+ last month...my goal for thin month is 200+) ...but I don't have, let's say, the preventative maintenance (book covers...or patience to cover that many). Thus, I have been only wrapping the spines in book tape.
After 100+ spines and, you know, it's now exactly a brain-intensive exercise, your natural space-out brain function finally makes connections.
The sub-par tape I was working with before smelled of vinegar.
This tape takes me back to my favoritest science class ever. Possibly not in a good way (I lost eh pig-skinning contest that year).
Wait, let me explain.
To those of us who remember high school after formaldehyde became a health hazard , remember when you had to dissect worm or frogs or fetal pigs (I did all three...missed out on the cats and lampreys, my bad)? Remember that smell? That cloying chemical, possibly cancerous, not as noxious or acerbic as formaldehyde odor?
That's what my book tape smells like.
Took me over two years to identify it, but I finally got it. Victory! Well, not really.
The thing is...a Publishers Warehouse when out of business. Like, a giant storage unit in which they (shock of all shocks) stored a bunch of book by publishers. We, as in DOC, and we as in I literally got at least half of the boxes, got the remaining stock.
As such, I was able to (forced to) sort through EVERY SINGLE FREAKIN' TITLE, reorganize them, repack them, and, of course, cherrypick whatever I wanted. In other words, think of 9000 books and picture any possible geological formation. I have every single one of them built of books in my library. Mostly on the floor and under tables (the only space left now).
Okay, to get to the point: I processed and whatnot a metric tonne of books (only 100+ last month...my goal for thin month is 200+) ...but I don't have, let's say, the preventative maintenance (book covers...or patience to cover that many). Thus, I have been only wrapping the spines in book tape.
After 100+ spines and, you know, it's now exactly a brain-intensive exercise, your natural space-out brain function finally makes connections.
The sub-par tape I was working with before smelled of vinegar.
This tape takes me back to my favoritest science class ever. Possibly not in a good way (I lost eh pig-skinning contest that year).
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