Wednesday, September 7, 2011

What a day

That's Henry, not looking so happy on his first full day at his new Catholic school. He does look adorable though, no? He's mostly unhappy that summer vacation is over, regardless of where he's going to school. We'll have to see how his day went today.

As for me, my day is going poorly indeed. I'm so tired that I actually feel sick. Well, I actually *am* sick, with the same cold as Anne, so that certainly doesn't help. I know that Anne is suffering, and she's not crying and keeping us up just for no reason. But nevertheless, that gets tough to deal with after a time. It was a particularly rough night last night. Thus, this morning I woke up in a foul mood.

As did Henry, once again, unhappy that he now has to do actual work during the day. I had a hard time shooing him out the door so that I could get him to school on time. I barely had time to make my lunch and eat breakfast. I didn't have time to give Anne her drops (pink eye), or use her saline spray (for her congestion) so my mother-in-law had to do that. I also didn't have time to do a bloody thing to prepare for dinner tonight. Pizza for everybody!

Once I got Hank porkily dropped off, I sleepily made my way to work. I had a first-thing-in-the-morning reference shift, which is the main reason I came in today rather than take a sick day like I did yesterday. I probably should have let my baser instincts prevail. I mean, I'm stuffy and miserable at the reference desk, blowing my nose, coughing, and talking raspily, who wouldn't want to come talk to me about their research needs?!

Not to mention that I wasn't exactly in a friendly mood. I was helping someone (who came right up to me before I could even get my computer booted up, sigh), and he was nice although I wasn't exactly feeling like helping someone. Just the quality that you're looking for in your reference librarian, right? And another student comes up and starts hovering. And I'm attuned to helping someone who just needs to ask me where the restrooms are without them having to wait for a lengthy interaction to happen before they can do that. I smile at him, which I thought was very big of me. He says he has a printing question, and so I direct him to where the printouts may be retrieved. He gives a huffy sigh, and says that he needs to speak with me AS SOON AS I'm done with my current student. We're not in charge of printing (big pet peeve) but I smile again and say I'll be right with him. He continues to hover, really pissing me off. And apparently 3 minutes was just too much for him to wait, because he stormed off right before we finished. I won't tell you what went through my head, but I can assure you, it was decidedly un-Christian.

It's just that kind of day.

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