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Orange Pekoe (orange) and Prince of Wales (black) (the two aka "Halloween Tea") - eh, ok. I still like Irish Breakfast (green) and Darjeeling (purple) better. Somehow that makes Sense.

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Orange Pekoe (orange) and Prince of Wales (black) (the two aka "Halloween Tea") - eh, ok. I still like Irish Breakfast (green) and Darjeeling (purple) better. Somehow that makes Sense.

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If the brain and body are not supposed to be able to remember enough to recreate actual pain sensations just by thinking about it, then how can I actually feel the pain when I dream about cutting my thumb? (It was an odd way to wake up - I was dozing after the alarm went off, and was dreaming about wiping something off a utility knife blade with my thumb; I pressed it too far over the edge, sliced it, and was awakened by the "pain".)

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If the brain and body are not supposed to be able to remember enough to recreate actual pain sensations just by thinking about it, then how can I actually feel the pain when I dream about cutting my thumb? (It was an odd way to wake up - I was dozing after the alarm went off, and was dreaming about wiping something off a utility knife blade with my thumb; I pressed it too far over the edge, sliced it, and was awakened by the "pain".)

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hella bored.

I searched an entire second cart of books yesterday (that is, looked up in the catalog to see if we already owned them) just because I had nothing better to do. But Tom hasn't come down and looked at either of them, possibly because he is still waiting at his apartment for the refrigerator guy to come, but he didn't drop by at all yesterday either. I would catalog ones that are on the shelf waiting to be catalogued, but 1) Carole hasn't yet trained me to use the new client software for OCLC (Online Computer Library Center), and 2) even if she had, there's no room left on the shelves which hold the various "problem" books that the assistant (that's me, in this context) isn't able to catalog, because she hasn't done carts of those herself to clear the shelves. There's two standing order items I could process, but there's no room on the "added volumes" shelf where those go, either, for the same reason.

As a consequence, I have been dicking around on the net for like three straight hours now. This is fine when I am specifically doing it to shirk work (nah, I don't really do that) but when it's the only alternative to picking my nose (metaphorically speaking)?

*sesplode*

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hella bored.

I searched an entire second cart of books yesterday (that is, looked up in the catalog to see if we already owned them) just because I had nothing better to do. But Tom hasn't come down and looked at either of them, possibly because he is still waiting at his apartment for the refrigerator guy to come, but he didn't drop by at all yesterday either. I would catalog ones that are on the shelf waiting to be catalogued, but 1) Carole hasn't yet trained me to use the new client software for OCLC (Online Computer Library Center), and 2) even if she had, there's no room left on the shelves which hold the various "problem" books that the assistant (that's me, in this context) isn't able to catalog, because she hasn't done carts of those herself to clear the shelves. There's two standing order items I could process, but there's no room on the "added volumes" shelf where those go, either, for the same reason.

As a consequence, I have been dicking around on the net for like three straight hours now. This is fine when I am specifically doing it to shirk work (nah, I don't really do that) but when it's the only alternative to picking my nose (metaphorically speaking)?

*sesplode*

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Okay, let's count the actually useful work-related things I did today.

1. I put some old magazines in the recycle bin (we had such a large stack that I am doing only a few a day to give others a chance to put things in the bin).

2. I delivered copies of yesterday's packet of invoices-to-be-paid to my supervisor, and the originals to the dean to be signed.

3. I unpacked a shipment of one book from Baker & Taylor.

4. I emailed a co-worker asking for contact information in another department (if she had it) for a special project.

5. I put a bunch of books from the "Friends of the Library Room" (where we store rejected donations and books discarded from the stacks) out on the book sale table. (This actually usefully occupied about an hour of time, since I had to sort through stacks of junk several times.)

Yeah. So like, a grand total of an hour and fifteen minutes' work in an eight-hour day (eight and a half if you want to be technical - 10 - 6:30 allows me 30 minutes' lunch, but I almost never actually leave the room for it). I'm not trying to be a deadbeat, really...

Now, going to go buy fancy whiskey to take to the_misha, et al.'s party tomorrow.

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Okay, let's count the actually useful work-related things I did today.

1. I put some old magazines in the recycle bin (we had such a large stack that I am doing only a few a day to give others a chance to put things in the bin).

2. I delivered copies of yesterday's packet of invoices-to-be-paid to my supervisor, and the originals to the dean to be signed.

3. I unpacked a shipment of one book from Baker & Taylor.

4. I emailed a co-worker asking for contact information in another department (if she had it) for a special project.

5. I put a bunch of books from the "Friends of the Library Room" (where we store rejected donations and books discarded from the stacks) out on the book sale table. (This actually usefully occupied about an hour of time, since I had to sort through stacks of junk several times.)

Yeah. So like, a grand total of an hour and fifteen minutes' work in an eight-hour day (eight and a half if you want to be technical - 10 - 6:30 allows me 30 minutes' lunch, but I almost never actually leave the room for it). I'm not trying to be a deadbeat, really...

Now, going to go buy fancy whiskey to take to the_misha, et al.'s party tomorrow.