I work on Tuesdays and, since Tuesdays are typically depressing, I have a friend that visits me in the library as I try to muster enough brain power to resist falling asleep next to the heaters in the back.
Anyway, I had the 88 on and was dancing and lip synching along to Everybody Loves Me. Now, when I lip synch, I get INTO IT. I tap a beat furiously with my foot and sing along without caring what I look like.
Now, I'm halfway through the song and swinging my hips and I try and simulantiously shelve some books when I feel someone standing close to me; I turn and realize it's my guyfriend. He's just standing there smirking at me as I make a fool of myself. 'Twas awesome.
I work on Tuesdays and, since Tuesdays are typically depressing, I have a friend that visits me in the library as I try to muster enough brain power to resist falling asleep next to the heaters in the back.
Anyway, I had the 88 on and was dancing and lip synching along to Everybody Loves Me. Now, when I lip synch, I get INTO IT. I tap a beat furiously with my foot and sing along without caring what I look like.
Now, I'm halfway through the song and swinging my hips and I try and simulantiously shelve some books when I feel someone standing close to me; I turn and realize it's my guyfriend. He's just standing there smirking at me as I make a fool of myself. 'Twas awesome.
You are one hip librarian! Sounds like you know how to make work fun and flirty. You should write a "how to" column in a magazine on that!
You are one hip librarian! Sounds like you know how to make work fun and flirty. You should write a "how to" column in a magazine on that!
Hahaha. I'm not. At all. However, I did once take rides around on the cart when I had finished shelving as my other guy friend (who used to work there) carted me around. THe other librarians weren't so happy with that. That place eats up all fun for breakfast.
Ha,
"How to make the library fun" a piece by Amy Langer
Hahaha. I'm not. At all. However, I did once take rides around on the cart when I had finished shelving as my other guy friend (who used to work there) carted me around. THe other librarians weren't so happy with that. That place eats up all fun for breakfast.
Ha,
"How to make the library fun" a piece by Amy Langer
Part 1: You can't.
Lol, you're hillarious. Hey, as long as you can do all that cool stuff quietly, why should the other librarians care? They're just jealous that you're having so much fun. Maybe you should brainwash them into joining in on the fun. I can just imagine you and your guyfriend driving around in the cart with a blue haired old meanie sitting in the back, who finally loosens her tight bun and lets her hair down.
I broke my leg and my nose about two weeks ago and I am getting really annoyed with having to hobble around on crutches. TRUE STORY.
First of all: feel better!
Amy story of the day: I spend some free afternoons in our teen center known as the Barn. 'Tis run by a 21-year-old guy who we adore teasing (he does the same to us. He's a pseudo big-brother of sorts). Today, it was beautiful outside and he left the windows open on his Beetle (dubbed by us the "girlmobile" simply because, well, it's so girly).... that was an ENORMOUS mistake.
My friends and I had a few stickers and we spent a good 10 minutes sticking stickers of fish, states (Nevada is on his steering wheel, for example), and various vacation spots. We were really proud of our work and the fact that the Girlmobile was even more girly. We snatched his air freshener and hung it in the Barn freezer. Upon discovering it, he told us to "don't fucking touch" the inside of his car.
We left without him discovering the stickers. I'm currently feeling a mixure of shame for the possibility of making him feel bad and facing the silent treatment for a week or so, and absolute mirth because it WAS pretty funny (not to mention the stickers were easily removed [we checked] and ADORABLE).
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Anyway, I had the 88 on and was dancing and lip synching along to Everybody Loves Me. Now, when I lip synch, I get INTO IT. I tap a beat furiously with my foot and sing along without caring what I look like.
Now, I'm halfway through the song and swinging my hips and I try and simulantiously shelve some books when I feel someone standing close to me; I turn and realize it's my guyfriend. He's just standing there smirking at me as I make a fool of myself. 'Twas awesome.
Anyway, I had the 88 on and was dancing and lip synching along to Everybody Loves Me. Now, when I lip synch, I get INTO IT. I tap a beat furiously with my foot and sing along without caring what I look like.
Now, I'm halfway through the song and swinging my hips and I try and simulantiously shelve some books when I feel someone standing close to me; I turn and realize it's my guyfriend. He's just standing there smirking at me as I make a fool of myself. 'Twas awesome.
You are one hip librarian! Sounds like you know how to make work fun and flirty. You should write a "how to" column in a magazine on that!
Hahaha. I'm not. At all. However, I did once take rides around on the cart when I had finished shelving as my other guy friend (who used to work there) carted me around. THe other librarians weren't so happy with that. That place eats up all fun for breakfast.
Ha,
"How to make the library fun"
a piece by Amy Langer
Part 1: You can't.
Ha,
"How to make the library fun"
a piece by Amy Langer
Part 1: You can't.
Lol, you're hillarious. Hey, as long as you can do all that cool stuff quietly, why should the other librarians care? They're just jealous that you're having so much fun. Maybe you should brainwash them into joining in on the fun. I can just imagine you and your guyfriend driving around in the cart with a blue haired old meanie sitting in the back, who finally loosens her tight bun and lets her hair down.
I'll slap you if you slap me.
Wait, instead of studying you can help me decorate cockroaches
Wait, instead of studying you can help me decorate cockroaches
i'm completly distgusted by cockaroaches... but i guess i could pour glue on them and roll them in sequins...
actually that sounds cruel...
*reluctantly goes back to studying*
I broke my leg and my nose about two weeks ago and I am getting really annoyed with having to hobble around on crutches. TRUE STORY.
awww, here's to a speedy recovery!..
I broke my leg and my nose about two weeks ago and I am getting really annoyed with having to hobble around on crutches. TRUE STORY.
get well soon. I'll virtually sign your cast if you want:
"live through this and you won't look back", Stars' words not mines, MB
I broke my leg and my nose about two weeks ago and I am getting really annoyed with having to hobble around on crutches. TRUE STORY.
First of all: feel better!
Amy story of the day: I spend some free afternoons in our teen center known as the Barn. 'Tis run by a 21-year-old guy who we adore teasing (he does the same to us. He's a pseudo big-brother of sorts). Today, it was beautiful outside and he left the windows open on his Beetle (dubbed by us the "girlmobile" simply because, well, it's so girly).... that was an ENORMOUS mistake.
My friends and I had a few stickers and we spent a good 10 minutes sticking stickers of fish, states (Nevada is on his steering wheel, for example), and various vacation spots. We were really proud of our work and the fact that the Girlmobile was even more girly. We snatched his air freshener and hung it in the Barn freezer. Upon discovering it, he told us to "don't fucking touch" the inside of his car.
We left without him discovering the stickers. I'm currently feeling a mixure of shame for the possibility of making him feel bad and facing the silent treatment for a week or so, and absolute mirth because it WAS pretty funny (not to mention the stickers were easily removed [we checked] and ADORABLE).
They even had that hardcore claw... thing.
Awesome. Pure awesome.