sigh

There's a coworker of mine on Facebook who always sublimely bitches about work and her little pals that are in on the joke often comment on her status, just vaguely enough so that you could never correlate who or what it is they hate so much.  But damn are they ever haters.  (I stopped taking work so seriously when I started working in this library.  The gossip is so dull it's not even worth eavesdropping.  My ears did perk up once when the crazy alcoholic circulation assistant went to the looney bin after a nervous breakdown.  He was such a dick that I took pleasure in it.  But that's the best I've got after 4 years in this job). 

 

I could care less about them haters, and what I say next has nothing to do with said coworkers ranting on FB.  But I'm thrilled to have a blog where I can anonymously vomit out there that I had a shitty day, that I hate the crushing walls of a room quieting when I walk in it, of people scattering away like roaches when I come near...it has been one of those days.  It feels like the world is spinning in its usual way and I'm just above the ground enough so that when I put my feet down I end up very far away.