I'm not feeling like too much of a bad ass these days. (Though I did liberate a telephone book to take home recently so I don't always have to look things up with mobile web.)

I like the job, despite the college students who use bad clipart in their papers and manage to delete their unsaved pages of text while doing so; the philosophy-loving homeless guys who mumble; and the impatient patrons who want to know the statutes at law citation for a 1950 law but won't let me take the time to find where we decided to shelve (out of order, I might add) Shepards Acts and Cases by Name.

It's just balancing life and work--especially with no money and a once-a-month salary schedule--is taking its toll. I can't concentrate and I just don't really care what anyone else has to say about anything. It's all just an endless stream of nodding and smiling politely. I might as well be a Walmart clerk. (Wait... Would I at least get a discount on groceries?)

No job postings tickle my fancy, and even if they did the job would probably be in some podunk town on the border of the Midwest and the South. The job isn't enough to keep me happy, but I don't know how to find the things that do--even when I'm already surrounded by my friends.

Does anyone want to contribute to the poor depressed librarian's cute shoe fund? Pretty please?

There's an osprey on top of the library tower! Everyone's been going outside to look at it. Run for your lives, small creatures!

Quicky update: A month ago, I started a new job. It's the same as the old job, except in general reference and government information at the humanities, education, and social sciences library. So far, so good, but I didn't expect less since I worked here as an undergraduate so it's really just coming home.