I am at work right now, blogging because there is no work to do. Yet I am paid more here than I have been paid in the past at much busier, harder jobs. Although I’m still not paid a lot. The world doesn’t make much sense.
This facility has windows. I discovered while getting my MLS degree that most libraries, particularly if they were built before a certain time, are windowless. Makes sense if you figure they existed primarily to house books, not people, which of course isn’t true anymore. But no one should have to work in a room with no windows.
I’m not sure if the penultimate sentence of the last paragraph should have used an em-dash or semicolon or what instead of that final comma. I used to be pretty good at grammar and spelling and semantics and punctuation, but now I kind of don’t care as much, and find the people who pick on these things irritating, particularly because they are usually wrong. So I guess maybe I do care and just find the self-righteously incorrect irritating.
My fiance saw a community theater performance of Richard III yesterday, and sometime during intermission there was a surprise marriage proposal between two audience members who were friends of the cast. The cast asked her to get up on the stage and, because presumably she was so renowned for her knowledge of Shakespeare, she had to name the number of the sonnet one of them recited to her. Then her boyfriend got up on stage and asked her to marry him. Or at least, I think that’s how the story went. So she responded with “Yes! A thousand times yes!” So my fiance was like, “I guess that’s from Shakespeare, but I can’t remember which play.” And I said “It would be funny if it wasn’t, but was from a Jane Austen novel or something.” So I googled it of course, and it’s from Pride and Prejudice. But other people had the same question, apparently, and the responses are embarrassing.