Today was a strange day. It seems like I'm having a lot of strange days lately. Generally it's because people give me the finger and yell mean things at me while I'm walking the line. Today was different. Sure, there were a few times that people gave me the finger; it's a pretty classy move, and I would so love to know where those people work so I can go to their workplaces and give them the finger during their coffee breaks. It was strange for completely other reasons.
I started school today and during the break got into a discussion with my prof about the strike, at her prodding. It was weird to discover that the city librarian (one of the main negotiators and one of the reasons no deal has been reached) has been discussing fairly sensitive (read: confidential) information with someone not involved with the negotiations, information that isn't even being shared with the union members, even though it affects us. It was not a great start to class, since I'm not sure how this may affect her view of me. And I kind of have to pass since it's a required class.
In the same class, we had to organise groups for research projects and everyone mentioned some of their interests in the hopes that people with similar interests could work together. One of the older men mentioned earlier in the class that he wanted to ban or burn graphic novels geared towards teens because they were "inappropriate." I realised I didn't want to interact with him at all because I'm pretty pro-choice when it comes to books; I don't think it's my job to censor what other people have access to. When my turn came to express my interests, I mentioned something about censorship through cataloguing choices, effectively preventing access by cataloguing using inappropriate or indistinguishable subject headings. He took that to mean that I was pro-censorship and cornered me, saying we were interested in the same thing. I had to indicate that I was actually interested in doing something related to one of the other interests that other people had mentioned as well. He stormed away angry. I took two steps and was confronted by two other men, saying, "You like crime! We're interested in that, too." (I also said I was interested in theft in libraries, like when people steal books or DVDs from libraries.) After a brief discussion, during which I tried to recover from the previous conversation, we agreed to work together and I just wish they had got to me a minute sooner so I wouldn't have had that other conversation.
Midway through info desk duty, my co-worker asked me what sign I was. I'm reluctant to talk about astrology because I'm often judged based on my birthdate and that can be a little frustrating when people won't talk to you because of a zodiac sign. So I asked her what she thought I was. "Scorpio," she immediately said. I admitted I was and she was so happy about it. "Me, too!" she exclaimed. We then discussed the need to start some sort of support group for Scorpios, the misunderstood sign. She talked about some characteristics I thought were just my little issues. I have a hard time believing I can be explained by the allignment of planets and stars, but commonalities are sometimes pretty persuasive. I believe the support group will mainly drink.
I also discovered that one of the self-serving workers at the library basically tried to sabotage one of the librarians by forcing her to take a photo with the city librarian and then emailing the picture to a media source, saying things were great at the strike lines, which is a total fabrication. He just wanted to see his name in print, which is also why he keeps calling up papers to tell them what he's personally doing for the strike. Seriously, this is not the time to promote yourself unless you're looking for another job, and he sure as hell isn't.
Oh, the trip to Seattle was pretty OK. I was pleased to eat tasty Mexican food with my peeps, and the tour of Seattle's underground tunnels was fascinating. I just hate waiting in lines (3 hours both ways trying to cross the border, an hour in a ticket line) and need to avoid large groups of people for a while. But I did see some friends from Victoria (an unexpected treat), had fantastic food at the Seattle Art Museum cafe's Happy Hour, and saw Ken T. in Belltown. That last one was weird.
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