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coffeebuddhaDear asshole,
In case you didn't notice, we're in a library. Now, I know that this is an amazing place and you want to let everyone know you're here-dayum, guys, look at all those books-but there are specific places in the library set aside for you to talk on your cellphone. The table right behind mine? Yeah, it's not one of them. I wouldn't mind so much if you were speaking quietly or even in a normal tone, but you're one of those people who clearly labors under the misapprehension that you need to yell to be heard. I don't even have Windows 7, so you can imagine I have absolutely no desire to listen to you explaining how to use it less than three feet away from me.
Dear librarian,
Seriously. This guy is about ten feet away from you. There's no way in hell you can't hear him. You yelled at me once for answering my phone in the stairwell as I was on my way out the building. How is he not getting ripped a new one?
Dear self,
-We really want to be a librarian? Is it too late to reconsider?
-Shut up. We want to be a music librarian. If things go as planned, there's a decent chance we'll end up never working in a booky library, but instead be buried in lovely, lonely archives doing researchy things and occasionally fetching things for musicologists and professors and maybe the occasional student. Eyes on the goal, honey. Eyes on the goal.
ETA: God damn it, library. How are you so fucking loud today?
In case you didn't notice, we're in a library. Now, I know that this is an amazing place and you want to let everyone know you're here-dayum, guys, look at all those books-but there are specific places in the library set aside for you to talk on your cellphone. The table right behind mine? Yeah, it's not one of them. I wouldn't mind so much if you were speaking quietly or even in a normal tone, but you're one of those people who clearly labors under the misapprehension that you need to yell to be heard. I don't even have Windows 7, so you can imagine I have absolutely no desire to listen to you explaining how to use it less than three feet away from me.
Dear librarian,
Seriously. This guy is about ten feet away from you. There's no way in hell you can't hear him. You yelled at me once for answering my phone in the stairwell as I was on my way out the building. How is he not getting ripped a new one?
Dear self,
-We really want to be a librarian? Is it too late to reconsider?
-Shut up. We want to be a music librarian. If things go as planned, there's a decent chance we'll end up never working in a booky library, but instead be buried in lovely, lonely archives doing researchy things and occasionally fetching things for musicologists and professors and maybe the occasional student. Eyes on the goal, honey. Eyes on the goal.
ETA: God damn it, library. How are you so fucking loud today?