So. The job at Sunnydale Library begins in a week, and naturally I am one terrified librarian. What? You mean I actually have to put my Master’s to good use? Oh man. I think I will need to stock up on the beer and bubble bath for my first week on the job. For when I come home, of course.
To better prepare myself, intellectually and emotionally, I have busted out some of my old library science books and articles. Yeah, I know, all that theoretical and book knowledge can only go so far, and I will just need to get the experience, that is the best teacher. But I at least have to give myself a semblance of control. And re-affirming my progressive, radical, bleeding-heart liberal librarian ethics and values is not a bad thing. So today I have my nose buried in books, and the Internets and my cats are conspiring against me, distracting me, coaxing me into continuing my dissipated existence.
So, in an effort to connect with you, my Internets audience, I bring you pictures. First, the bedchamber here at The Hermitage:
My new bedding ensemble, acquired from Target, purveyors of Capitalist Whoredom. Michael hates it, I love it, and Austen clearly thinks it should be featured on HGTV
…aren’t cats supposed to be colorblind?
Austen is confused. Think I can teach him to flush?
Magdalene is officially a wretch. She never cleans up after herself.
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