This morning I woke up early, went out to the living room, put on
Spotify's Autumn August playlist, and started reading Turtles All
The Way Down. I'm about fifty pages in but have decided I need
to go back and start writing down all of the good quotes. I could
start from where I'm at but there have already been several, and it
shouldn't take me too long to skim through what I've already read.
Around 9:30AM I heard the mowers and shortly after that my music
stopped playing. It is a very first world problem to say my mowers
cut my internet cable, but it is also a personal problem, and I'm
annoyed. I feared when the strung the cable across the yard that
something like this would happen. They missed it the last time and I
was hoping this time was just a coincidence and that my router needed
to be reset. But it wasn't my router. After my shower I went and
walked along the cable. It was cleanly sliced through about halfway
along the line and it was completely chewed through near the post.
Once wasn't good enough apparently.
Rather than trying customer service again, which would just have me
restart my router and then give me a service time sometime next week,
I told my sister and she got on Twitter again. Based on my schedule
they weren't able to come until Saturday, but it's Saturday from
8:00AM to 10:00AM. I'll be at work most of tomorrow so this is
better than a couple weeks ago. Still annoying though. Hopefully it
will get buried more quickly this time. One funny thing came of my
sister's Twitter conversation. After telling them the cable had been
cut in two places they told her I would be charged $75 for the visit
if the problem ended up being something inside the house. I'm fairly
confident the problem is with the cable being cut in two places.
When I got to work I caught up on emails and the staff blog. Then I
read a few news articles before I was on desk for two hours. In that
time I helped one patron find a book, I helped another with her
resume on the computer, and I worked on homebound stuff.
After my desk shift we had a meeting at the desk with the teen
librarian. She made a presentation for us to show next week at our
outreach and she wanted to go over it with us. It ended up taking
about an hour. The information didn't take that long but there was
the occasional patron to help and a lot of random tangents that were
mostly library-related.
When I got back from dinner I was on desk again. I continued working
on homebound stuff. After the hour on desk I had a couple
walkthroughs and in all of that time I was just able to finish my
homebound list. Tomorrow I might be able to pull my books but I'm on
desk for four hours, which really cuts into my book-pulling time.
We'll see.
After my last walkthrough I went to the classroom because we had our
3D printing workshop tonight. By the end of it we had twelve people
show up, which is really good for an evening class. Or for any class
actually. The presenter, who works for our library system, covered a
whole bunch of information about 3D printing and then the attendees
were able to look at and play with different software for making 3D
models. They had the option of picking one of the already made files
or creating their own, and then having it printed for them.
Surprisingly only five or six people chose to do that. Overall, I
think it went really well. I'm going to send out the survey tomorrow
so we'll find out what everyone thought.
I had enough time to upload statistics and the attendee list before
we closed. After we closed there were a couple cop cars in our
parking lot. I went over to talk to one of the officers and
apparently some stuff had been stolen at the high school and they
found one of the phones in our bushes. They didn't need anything
from us and as we walked away several teen girls with their mothers
showed up. I'm assuming they are the victims. Tomorrow I'll tell my
boss and possibly write up an incident report just so everyone is
aware that this happened.
I am now at my Mom's, using the internet, but I will shortly be
leaving so I can go home, record my audio journal, and go to bed. I
open tomorrow, which I'm not looking forward to, but at least I'll
get off at five o'clock.
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