Fric Frack

So, it’s been a while, maybe I’m not the greatest at the steady blogging. I usually catch up on Mondays when I’m stuck in this disgusting tech cave, but I had the death cold last week and was down for 3 solid days. It was so nice not having to come here though I’ll tell you that much. Either way, it’s Monday, I’m here now and here for a long time so let’s do this. Positivity today, only. Which is hard because the second I walk in the door its straight cynicism and annoyance. Have to try though, for my own sake.

I had a really busy week at the University. It may be because the semester is coming to a close, not many people do research during finals week, it usually happens about a month before. I do get some last minutes, but usually during 24/7 weeks most of my questions are about print cards, or change for a 5 or renting headphones. Which is nice, I guess it gives my brain a break.

Friday I had instruction for a new class, which to my delight was only about 15 minutes. It was just industry info, NAICS code and annual 10k stuff for business, which is pretty straight forward. It was pretty awesome that I didn’t have to ramble on to dead eyes for an hour, the class was nice and attentive. I think that I appreciate working with the adult students, they seem to be more in tune and  grateful to have the information than the younger ones, who are in another world most of the time.

Saturday was super busy, I think I was with a student in one capacity or another for the entire 5 hours, mostly business stuff again but some tough ones. I helped a guy who wanted information on fracking in CA. OK first of all what is fracking? Hydroelectric fracturing, or some way that we put water and other crap into the earth to push up oil. Hmm, that’s interesting. So he wants to know how many fracking wells in CA, and how much water are we using? I found a good ebook that helped with the number of wells.  And a CA gov website that provided quarter reports.

In the fourth quarter of 2015, which is not that long of a period of time.. CA wells injected 94,602 acre-feet of water into fracking wells. What the hell is an acre feet? Well a lot. This number roughly translates to about 30,826,196,697.054 gallons. Fuck. It’s almost mind boggling the amount of water we put toward this, aren’t we in a drought? Don’t yell at me about eating an almond when you are driving around in your SUV because that is a shit ton of water for oil. But the things we value at the cost of our natural environment never ceases to amaze me.

Other than that I basically just learned about Herzberg’s dual leadership theory, public transportation and how it relates to poverty and unemployment, team work in the transportation industry,  just boring things, how do I find this article, how do I order books from another library. The printer is out of paper… etc.

I’ve been keeping myself busy trying to whittle down the item count in our digital collection for Gladdys. It’s working, but its tedious converting multi page TIF items into single PDF files and switching out. It’s nice to see the numbers go down though, I’m switching the bigger items first. I think there is something about seeing tangible results for your work. Sometimes that’s hard being a librarian many times you are just sharing information, I guess some students I help let me read their senior projects which is nice because I can see that result, I also guess I could look at my stat numbers, but that’s boring. Anyhow. There’s so many books to catalog here. I really don’t even feel like doing it, but I should be going. Until tomorrow when I’m back in the cave..

I’m looking forward to summer again. I hate hot weather (I really should move) but I like the fact that my day off switches from Wednesday to Sunday. This means brunch again. I’m literally just sitting here in an empty computer lab thinking about brunch right now.

Here’s the actual scene.

TC empty


Although somebody just came in and ruined my silent awesomeness. AH now there’s three. Like weeds these people multiply. You look up and suddenly it’s a room full of people clacking away, their odors and vibrations mixed with one another’s and your own until you don’t know where they stop and you start. Where their frustrations and troubles are inadvertently projected in your direction. Mostly gripes, Mondays, print jobs that don’t work and forgotten email passwords. Some are writing to their doctor, some facebooking, some watching young men do make up tutorials on you tube to make themselves look like young girls. Although this is NOT illegal its creepy AF, especially when you know the guy watching is a registered sex offender and he’s getting some sort of jollies of it somehow. I’d honestly rather see people watching porn that that, it’s just utterly disturbing. This IS the public, I remind myself, the tired poor huddled masses, yearning to breathe free. And to get some free internet. There is some positivity though. I need to figure out how to tune out that lower wavelength. Maybe that is my lesson and why I’m stuck here until I can. A hyped up nurse on coffee just came and talked with me. I like those people the most. The casual ones, that just talk, he had to go submit another drug test for work, and he liked the gigantic clock on the wall, I told him where he could get one. He called me dear. How nice.