So I realise it's no longer the weekend, but I would like to rewind for a moment back to Saturday and Sunday. I worked alllllllll weekend, which in itself I don't mind, in fact, the work itself I don't mind at all, some days I even enjoy it. It's the PATRONS at work that bother me. More specifically it's the adults who come to the library with their children and allow the little monsters to run wild knocking over displays and books that I just finished sorting! OK so kids are young and they don't necessarily know, but what ever happened to parents telling their children "don't touch that please" or "put those back where you got them". I wouldn't even mind if they handed the things they'd displaced to me! But no, they ignore their kids and the books and other items remain on the floor for me to pick up. I am not your slave. My job isn't to follow your children around and pick up after them. They're your kids, that's your job. For instance, this weekend, I had JUST finished putting away an entire turnstile of childrens DVDs and as I walk away I hear a crash. Looking back I notice a man and his son who's clearly no more than 4. The kid is standing in a sea of DVDs. Yes those same DVDs I just put away. Now knocking things over is fine, it happens to all of us. Heck I knock into my own displays at work all the time. But what really bugged me was the dad. Without even taking his eyes off whatever he was so engrossed with, deadpanned "Oh no, did you knock those over?" What? He doesn't even make a move to pick up the DVDs, he just stands there. And the kid, seeing his dad do nothing, continued to stand there looking bewildered. Kids follow by example. So naturally I had to go back and pick up alllll the DVDs while the father and son proceeded to ignore me like I was beneath them. It's ridiculous!!
Anyways, I could go on for eons with stories of patrons at work who bug me, but it's almost 7 and I'm starving. So alas, I shall call it a night, and go grab a bite to eat.
PEACE OUT
xoxo
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Adventureland...
It’s almost 4pm and I really I should be doing the massive amounts of school work I have piled up. But here I am starting a blog instead. I’ll get to “the problem of germ layers in sponges” later :P
So up until my sister D started doing a blog for one of her journalism courses I never really got the point of them. I mean they’re pretty much just people ranting and raving about their lives right? And now look at me…ranting and raving about my own life.
Well! Let’s get started on the ranting then shall we?
So this semester I told myself I needed to start using the gym facilities I pay so much for at my school. I swear the most difficult part about using the gym is the swipey thing that lets you into the gym in the first place! As I walk down the hall to the gym I always say a quick prayer to the gym Gods to let my student card swipe and let me in! Many a time I’ve gotten stuck and died of embarrassment while holding up a line of people behind me who proceed to swipe and enter with no apparent problem. Curse you gym Gods!
Each gym visit has been its own mini adventure. Like last Friday for example. I had just switched from the elliptical to the bike and was cycling away, listening to the Black Eyed Peas and minding my own business when I hear grunting and shouting from behind me. Casting a curious glance to the machines behind me I see a group of boys on the rowing machines, cheering each other on like it’s the Summer Olympics and they’re about to win gold. I mean, give me a break. First of all, I can hear you over my ipod! Secondly, nooooobody else wants to hear you grunting like a rhino! It really throws off your groove.
As if the loud, rowing super athletes weren’t enough to make you throw in the towel, then there are the creepy older men who look like they walked right off the street (and smell like it too). Typical of my luck I always seem to get stuck working out next to one of said creepers, who while they mind their own business, manage to drip sweat everywhere. SO GROSS!
Bringing each gym adventure to a close is the change room shower. Showering after the gym in my opinion should be mandatory. Anyone who tries to leave the gym without showering should be sprayed with a water cannon upon leaving the change room. Anyways, at first I wasn’t too keen on using the change room showers. I know they have a lock and all but it still freaked me out a little. Ok a lot. But, I sucked it up, put on my big girl panties (or rather, took them off) and braved the change room shower. While the water quality is actually pretty soft and did wonders to my hair (which has suffered 20 years of hard water) there are no ledges or hooks anywhere in the shower. So everything you bring in with you pretty much has to go on the floor. Ew! Speaking of ew, shower shoes! Definitely a must unless you like fungal infections on your feet.
All in all going to the gym has proved a pretty interesting form of entertainment after a long day of tedious (aka boring) lectures and each time I leave I feel a little more confident that my next gym visit will go slightly more smoothly.
So until then….
LATER DAYS
xoxo
So up until my sister D started doing a blog for one of her journalism courses I never really got the point of them. I mean they’re pretty much just people ranting and raving about their lives right? And now look at me…ranting and raving about my own life.
Well! Let’s get started on the ranting then shall we?
So this semester I told myself I needed to start using the gym facilities I pay so much for at my school. I swear the most difficult part about using the gym is the swipey thing that lets you into the gym in the first place! As I walk down the hall to the gym I always say a quick prayer to the gym Gods to let my student card swipe and let me in! Many a time I’ve gotten stuck and died of embarrassment while holding up a line of people behind me who proceed to swipe and enter with no apparent problem. Curse you gym Gods!
Each gym visit has been its own mini adventure. Like last Friday for example. I had just switched from the elliptical to the bike and was cycling away, listening to the Black Eyed Peas and minding my own business when I hear grunting and shouting from behind me. Casting a curious glance to the machines behind me I see a group of boys on the rowing machines, cheering each other on like it’s the Summer Olympics and they’re about to win gold. I mean, give me a break. First of all, I can hear you over my ipod! Secondly, nooooobody else wants to hear you grunting like a rhino! It really throws off your groove.
As if the loud, rowing super athletes weren’t enough to make you throw in the towel, then there are the creepy older men who look like they walked right off the street (and smell like it too). Typical of my luck I always seem to get stuck working out next to one of said creepers, who while they mind their own business, manage to drip sweat everywhere. SO GROSS!
Bringing each gym adventure to a close is the change room shower. Showering after the gym in my opinion should be mandatory. Anyone who tries to leave the gym without showering should be sprayed with a water cannon upon leaving the change room. Anyways, at first I wasn’t too keen on using the change room showers. I know they have a lock and all but it still freaked me out a little. Ok a lot. But, I sucked it up, put on my big girl panties (or rather, took them off) and braved the change room shower. While the water quality is actually pretty soft and did wonders to my hair (which has suffered 20 years of hard water) there are no ledges or hooks anywhere in the shower. So everything you bring in with you pretty much has to go on the floor. Ew! Speaking of ew, shower shoes! Definitely a must unless you like fungal infections on your feet.
All in all going to the gym has proved a pretty interesting form of entertainment after a long day of tedious (aka boring) lectures and each time I leave I feel a little more confident that my next gym visit will go slightly more smoothly.
So until then….
LATER DAYS
xoxo
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