I am so tired. I had a day off yesterday, but had been called in for overtime on Monday and apparently I'm not totally recovered yet. Today was really, really busy. It was the kind of day where I didn’t really have to wrack my brains to find the right books for the right people, but enough people came in asking about children’s books that I kind of felt like hey, I actually do know my stuff.
So that was kind of nice.
The building fire alarm did go off around 11, adding a little spice to the morning of extreme business. We stood around outside in the pleasantly nippy street. Some people had dressed up just because they felt like it, and the guys were being super cute about lending suit jackets to ladies in dressy short sleeves. It was adorable. (I, of course, was sensibly clothed.) The fire dudes took their sweet time getting there, kind of wandered around a while, then trooped into the historic burger place next door. They trooped out a few minutes later, turned off the alarm, and went home.
I hope they got some fries, 'cause we sure didn't.
All in all it was a good thing I'd gotten chai beforehand.
Currently reading: Datlow & Windling vampire anthology, due out next April (I am so tired of hip young anthologies. It's not that the stories are bad, but that short story anthologies wear me out because they never seem to end
and I almost never have time to get attached to any of the characters). Also Tokyo Vice: An American Reporter on the Police Beat in Japan
(uh, just because. No, actually because all Japanese police dramas are actually about how the police are corrupt, and those that aren’t corrupt are underfunded, and I'm in Joker withdrawal *sob*, so it looked interesting).
I had subscribed to the Unshelved Comics feed, because usually I like their comics (obviously), but I defriended them this morning because I didn't feel like dealing with my reaction to today's comic
. Seriously, guys? Seriously?
I understand that you're being funny, but that's hitting a little too close to home for me.
Leave it to me to pick the literary field that gets the least respect (well, one of them). This is something I'm going to have to deal with, though, and articulate. Soon. The idea that a professional interest in children's books does not make me infantile, or stuck in my own childhood, or otherwise nonfunctional as an intelligent adult. Because I get that a lot, and I'm going to have to have a response. (Other than Um, I read your precious Plato in Greek, and you know what? I gave him up for those "kiddie books." Suck on that!
Speaking of things I need to articulate, I'm starting once again to think about that evolutionary-biology-in-children’s-sff rant I promised back in August. Don’t feel like looking up all the things I need to look up right now, though. Sleepy. Utterly burned out, and will save the rant research for another day, because I really don’t want to get my homologous structures mixed up with my analogous ones, you know?
Signing off. Good night!