That was good to get off my chest!!! I applied for a full time/slightly higher-scale job at the library and today was my interview, and as you may have gathered, I was successful- yay me! They're not making it official/telling the other applicants until Friday, but I was told this evening on the proviso I keep it sooper seekrit because they could see that by Friday I would actually have a stomach ulcer :) I have been bursting to tell someone all evening!!!
So, I finished reading the Twilight books. They really are horribly written, and yet at the same time so very difficult to put down. I am glad I read them, though. I am possibly gladder I have finished reading them :)
Finally, I googled the term 'Rpattz' today (I felt my self respect die a little even typing that!), and this pretty much made my day. And with that, I think I shall box up my Twilight love, because clearly NO good can come of it!
Do you know what REALLY annoys me? Was'nt. AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! It would be better to just leave the apostrophe out all together rather than misuse it in such a woefully misguided attempt at seeming 'clever' enough to use one in the first place!! I despair.
In other news, I am in the middle of house hunting with my friends- we're moving to Birmingham in September and I am very excited :) It has been lovely being home with my mummy and daddy, but I miss having my own place so much! And there is so much more to do in Birmingham than there is in Redditch. Now all I need to sort out is the little matter of finding a job, because as much as I adore working at the library, I only have part time hours, and the commute would eat too much of my money. But still- yay!! :)
Do you know what I don't understand? Why stupid people 'quote' Shakespeare in an effort to seem more intelligent, especially when they don't know the line in the first place. Mis-quoting quotes just makes you look dumber, people.
Every time someone returns one of the Harry Potter books to the library, I instantly pounce (typo ponce, WTF?! XD) on them and regale them with my total love of the series. I can't help it, I've tried to stop, but I can't. Happily, a surprising number of people regale me with their love. It's sad, but these little interactions cheer me so.
Of course, some people are simply returning the books for their children, and look at me like I'm a lunatic, and maybe I am, but at least I know I'm not alone in my lunacy, which is reassuring if nothing else.
I'm re-reading Irresistible Poison at the moment. It's making me feel sixteen again :)
I have internet access!! On my computer!! In my room!! For the first time in nine months!! *dies* No more sharing the family computer, and having to erase the 'history' folder! And I can actually update my favourites list!!!! And I have a lovely big new screen. Man, I am living on teh internets forever now!
Today I had a training day in Worcester. I went on public transport, which took a jolly long time actually, so you can imagine my utter delight when I discovered the training could not be aimed at library staff any less. Hurrah! Today, Katie has learned:
1) How the infrastructure fits together at the County Hall where she does not work. 2) How to access the work email account she doesn't have from any computer with internet! (Modern technology! I tell ya!) 3) How to access the staff training and development intranet that is only for County Hall-based staff on her home computer for the tiny sum of £100. 4) Who to call when the computer she does not have stops working.
I also did some 'important' networking with other Council newbies who I will never see again. Fun times.
And!!! In the middle of our introductions, one guy said he helped co-ordinate care in the community for mentally ill people, and the man holding the seminar (one of those middle aged, painfully cheerful, thinks they're funny types) said what an important job that was. Fair point. He followed this comment up by saying, "Because there's a tendency to want to help physically disabled people, whereas you just want to tell the mentally disabled to pull themselves together."
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There just are no words. I thought I had misheard him, but judging by the looks on every-ones faces, those words actually came out of his mouth. There still are no words.
To recover from my ordeal, I was forced to get off the train at Birmingham on the way home and go shopping. I found these patent leather pumps with stars cut out of them, in my size, in the sale. They are made of awesome. I bought three pairs, and now I feel quite recovered :)
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