stereotypical single woman

“Bart, don’t make fun of grad students. They’re just people that made a terrible life choice.” - The Simpson, episode 1620.

I know, I know…blogging from me has been sporadic at best, but my last semester is starting with a vengeance. I’m in all out “whore-myself-out-for-the-resume” mode, which means I’ll take any committee position, any extra project, and work on any presentations I’m asked to collaborate on. All to give myself an edge over my competition. I never thought it would come to this, but, for a variety of very compelling reasons*, I think I want to stay in Detroit after I graduate. But there’s a slight problem. You see, there’s only 50 ALA accredited Library Science programs in the nations. And two of them are within a 50 mile radius of Detroit, which makes the market a tad bit over saturated. So my ass is in full-on battle mode when it comes to job hunting and prep. Which is added to the three classes I’m taking and my current job at the reference desk in the undergraduate library.

And umm, yeah, work? Wow, that’s all I can say right now. My coworkers, wonderful people that they are, had warned me that the reference desk gets busy in the fall. To the point where there’s 5-6 students in line at all times. And really, I’m not scared of hard work. In fact I was looking forward to it because, in all honesty, there is only so long you can spend dicking around on the internet before you get so bored (even with the recent discovery of the consistently hilarious Pundit Kitchen) that you want to stab yourself in the eyeball with your pen - just because than, at the very least, you’d then have something to do, even if it was just cleaning up the blood that splattered onto the computer screen. I was ready for the work, but nothing could have prepared me for the sheer amount of laziness and stupidity that we’d have to deal with. In the last two weeks I have been asked

• Did Shakespeare exist? (and they didn’t mean “did he write his plays?”, she was wondering if he was a made up Hollywood character)
• Do you have the book Doll’s House instead of the play?
• Can you look up my class schedule and print out my syllabuses for me? (it would be too much to as that they pluralize correctly)
• Why don’t you sell school supplies?
• Can I use your phone to call Jimmy Johns? (No) Well, can you call and place an order for delivery for me instead? (blank stare)
• Where can I find a tutor to do my homework for me?
• Can you go into the computer lab and find someone for me?

So if you don’t hear from me? It’s because I’m busy. Or because I’m currently serving 2-5 for cracking at the reference desk.

* proving once again that Fate is a bitch with a very sick and twisted sense of humor