When the lights go out.
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The lights on the North end of the 4th and 5th floors are on a timer. Do not turn them off or they may need to be re-set.
HERE ARE A FEW OLD POSTS FROM SOME OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE...NOTICE ONLY ONE OF THE CURRENT OFFICERS ARE ON THIS LIST...DANG I HATE IT WHEN MY OTHER PERSONALITY (FRED) TAKES OVER. I NEVER REALLY KNOW WHAT HE WILL SAY NEXT.
I don't know if you knew this, but Ray Kearney is actually Superman. If you watch him really closely you'll notice periods of sudden, unexplainable abscence (but never when he's supposed to be working)-- he mumbles something about "having to go" and takes off running.
One of the things that tipped me off is the muscles of steel. I mean, seriously. Try it sometime- get him to flex his bicep. It nearly broke my finger.
Oh, and there's that whole "able to leap tall buildings with a single bound" thing. Actually kind of disconcerting when all of a sudden he just starts flying...
I'm looking forward to meeting
I like people. I like talking to people. I like it when people come and talk to me at the desk. (Also, if I type the word "people" enough times, it starts to look weird to me.) But when friends (or acquaintances) (or people) come up and talk to you at the desk, but they stay too long, what do you do? It's awkward to say, "Hey, sorry, I can't talk to you anymore, I've got to. . .sit here. . .and watch people. . .uh. . .yeah. . ." There's no easy way out. It's just awkward.
I mean, some people just don't get it that we're not here for them to talk to. We have a job to do, people, even if it doesn't look like we're doing anything. So how do you get rid of them nicely? How do you get them to stop leaning on the desk, lingering, blocking the view of other, potentially dangerous people?
Word, Former 786. Life at Library Security never gets more silky and smooth than one's Blue Blazer which, my friend, is friggin silky and filthy smooth. That's why I was so confused when I first donned my Blue Blazer at the beginning of the semester. Sure, it had retained its silky-muh-smoothness and, apart from a little cinnamony overflow from the bathroom, still exuded manly musk. Yet something was different, indeed, nigh unto awry. Halfway through my rove I finally realized what was going on. Turns out 718 and two patrons had buttoned themselves up inside my Blue Blazer along with me. Seriously, chicks dig the things.
FYI - If you happen to see the fan blowing on me at the West Desk, um yeah, I'm just trying to hide a farty day.
For those of you that have seen this before, it's a good way to start this season, wouldn't you say? And it gives you great ideas for decorating your house. . .and choreographing it with music.
747 and I were discussing this the other day, and I think we may have something here. What do you all think about modeling library security after the survivor show? This would help us phase out the weaker links among us. At the end of every semester, we'd hold a ceremony (maybe we could have it in Special Collections complete with tiki torches and bonfire) where we vote someone off the division. We'd be sure to invite Brother Groberg with a special "Security at the other side of Heaven" fireside.