doing my part...

bill napoli, verb

oh yeah....

and not that this blog is all about complaining about my job (side note:
this blog is in fact all about complaining about my job), but last friday,
my boss, in response to a question i had, ACTUALLY SAID (as opposed to
every other time i ask him a question, when this response is only
implied),

"Why are you asking? Isn't it obvious?"

a dream come true (almost)

yesterday, as acrid fumes and thin clouds of smoke filled the second floor
of the library, i assumed my prayers had been answered, the place was
going up in flames, and i would never have to come back to work (or at
least for a week or something). but even though the alarms went off,
everyone left the building, and fire trucks came racing up, it must have
only been a small fire, because we all went back to work like normal.
thwarted again!

yuck

i'm sick! my head hurts and my nose is stuffed up. but i can't feel too bad about it because i called in sick to work and that was fantastic. even so, though, who wants to be sick?