I'm sure you're wondering where the hell I've been recently. Someone just told me that she frequently checks out my blog to see what I've posted, and over and over the answer is: NOTHING. What have I been doing? The answer to that one is: well, both Nothing and A Lot. There's been a job change, the purchase of many new absorbing books and DVD sets (including the entire color Dragnet TV series- I had to catalog all the episodes), the advent of the mighty Facebook the Timewaster, some spring gardening (me? outside? yeah, sometimes), rehearsing a short puppet show with and for a friend, and last but not least, I've had to do a lot of very important sitting around. I have found that frittering away a morning, afternoon, or evening (or all three) can be a fine art. But hey! But were you aware, Sir or Madam, that I have posted roughly 157 posts on this damn thing? Not too shabby. If you're a relative newcomer to this blog, I suggest you do a little digging around and read those older posts. Knock yourself out.
Two of those relative newcomers took me to task about an hour ago for my blog's stagnation and suggested I write about them. Turns out that it's not a bad idea, for these two characters are coworkers of mine in my beautiful new library position of Events and Outreach Specialist. That title is somewhat meaningless and tells you nothing, so here's what I do: I create and perform children's storytimes and other children's programs at several branches of a public library system that shall remain nameless. My department is called Events and Outreach and is a super secret fun spot in the otherwise deadly dull territory of the Library Administrative Headquarters. Seriously, to get to our office (unless you have a key to the side door) you have to walk down a few dim, flesh-colored hallways of plain offices, desks, honorary plaques and awards, and a few of those awfully lackluster houseplants that "decorate" almost every office in America (such as the Peace Lily- sorry, Sgt. Angel).
Then at the very end of the hallway, you see a door that is usually covered with some sort of childishly colorful construction paper decoration that changes seasonally. Open that door, and you are now in the E&O office. Our office is crammed to bursting with boxes, bins, filing cabinets, drawers, closets, and bags full of pom poms, googly eyes, stacks of colored paper, flannelboard stories, giant story cards, books, puppets, crayons, markers, adhesives of all kinds, pipe cleaners, posterboard, a die-cut machine, plastic tablecloths, prize boxes, recording eqipment, speakers, puppet sets, beach balls, bells, a rainbow parachute, a dumbass dinosaur mascot costume (officially named "Dewey", geddit?), a laminator, papercutters, and a closely guarded and locked cabinet for the Rock Band, Guitar Hero, and Wii sets, among other things. Our office is a grotto of kindergarten-y amusement. It's a friendly place.
And hey, here's one of my friendly coworkers: Nicole!
Nicole will cut you.
I'm sort of kidding, of course. Here she is with her animal familiar, Cinnamon the fox. She is a very interesting and intelligent person who is very good at sneaking up on you and stuffing a handful of multicolored pom poms down the back of your shirt. She likes to read certain types of fantasy and gothic ghostly horror and the two of us frequently geek out about the latter genre. I spent the night at her house once, which is a lovely old 1930's farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere, complete with two horses and a bunch of cows across the street. We had a wonderful time that evening because we drank about 6 beers apiece and watched the South Park movie followed by Team America: World Police. She doesn't have a dishwasher, either, and we shared an enthusiastic high-five over that.
Her desk is next to Leigh's (pictured below):
Leigh is a genuinely good, sweet, and guileless person and therefore she has no place in this blog. No, that was a little harsh and I'm sorry. Leigh is wonderful and she and I share a rabid fondness for the movie Grease. She is kind, generous, and impeccably professional, but not without a sense of humor. I try not to swear around her. Her animal familiar is an English Sheepdog puppet named Shaggy.
She sits next to Carole, who doesn't mind if you swear. I think....I've never asked her.
Carole also went to art school, so she and I already had a lot in common. Carole is hilarious, sweet, and imaginative and recently we shared a geek-out that went on for weeks when I read the Little House on the Prairie series of books for the first time. She then reread them for the umpteenth time and we both fervently asked the question "How did pioneer women deal with menstruation??" We found the answers, some of which are compelling, to say the least. In fact, we asked each other a lot about how pioneer women dealt with many, many things. We both agreed that Mary is fucking annoying, Ma is a racist, and Pa should never have dragged them away from the Big Woods in the first place. Carole also enjoys tiny things and is a Grand Master of everything having to do with dollhouses.
Here's Amy Billings, our boss.
She is about as good a boss as you can ask for. For instance, she just participated wholeheartedly in a spirited discussion we had a few minutes ago about what it would be like if our Summer Reading Program stuff was themed around The Dukes of Hazzard, complete with Daisy Dukes, a Boss Hogg, and speeding library vans with the doors welded shut.
I hope you enjoyed your virtual tour and thanks for visiting. And thanks to all the peeps I just mentioned, especially Carole and Nicole, for making me get off my ass and update this damn blog.