Two-hundred?! Yes, it is possible.  But more on that in a moment.  For now, on to the update.

Thu March 1, This is the two-hundredth Elsewhere newsletter.  It's an arbitrary number, to be sure, but it marks nearly seventeen years of doing this.  It's just cool that I've made it this far.  When I started writing this journal way back in 2001 I didn't think I would someday be chronicling the my daily life.  At first it wasn't a daily record.  It was a once and a while thing.  But over the years my want to record some of the things happening in my life has compelled me to journal every day.  I hope the next two-hundred entries are filled with good times and better news than what's happening in the world today.

I arrived at work and did my usual drill... which is to sign in and to get the van keys.  For some reason, before going up to validate my parking ticket, I stopped by Cerberus.  Not just by it, but on the side where the computer screen has been placed.  Which is on the far end.  Which means one has to walk around the whole entire machine.  I took a picture of what I saw just then.  The stupid machine's sorting, the only thing it does, had stopped working.  I couldn't help but laugh at this shit.  When I came back down from administration I saw that Keyvon was looking at the computer.  Just wonderful.  Fucking stupid machine.

Misa gave me some bookmarks to distribute amongst the branches.  She wrote the wrong name for one of the branches.  Good job.

When I came back after finishing up the route I found that some idiot was parked in the van's parking spot.  I didn't want to deal with this shit.  I didn't even hesitate to hurry my way down the parking structure.  I ended up going all the way down to B-2.  Since I'm driving tomorrow I figured that I would put the van close to the stairs.  That way I could just go down there directly.  It's incredibly frustrating, but at the same time I am trying to embrace the not caring principle.  And ultimately me losing my head about this parking shit isn't going to fix it.  It isn't even going to prevent these idiots from parking there.  I just don't give a fuck anymore.

My aunt told me last night that she might go to the market today.  I didn't hear her say the "might" part though.  Therefore, when she asked me what I wanted to eat I told her to perhaps make me some breaded chicken filets.  Before I went home I thought about how I needed to get a BBQ sauce.  I didn't go to the market and get one, and it's a good thing I didn't.  Because, when I returned home, I found that my aunt hadn't made the filets.  Instead she was making tuna salad.  When she told me that she didn't go to the market I just turned around and went to my room.  Whatever! As I drove home tonight I had this feeling that my aunt wasn't going to have the filets ready.  Then I had this thought that made me think that of course she had the filets.  When I got home I thought I would be having a yummy chicken filet.  I was wrong.  I didn't want tuna salad.  I wanted something hot to eat.  Oh well.

On my photo feed the above picture I took of Talia WAY back in 2007 came up.  That was a good time in my life.  I was finishing up school.  I was having a good time exploring the city.  And I was getting laid on a regular basis.  Talia back then was crazy, but not so crazy that I didn't want to sleep with her.  I remember back when I took this picture she was living at an extended stays hotel in Glendale.  It's funny that I pass close to that hotel now every day I work at Glendale.  Back then her father was living there.  I never saw him there though.  I have no idea what he did during the day, but I know I would go over there and have sex with Talia.  I certainly do miss getting laid on a regular basis.  And without attachment.  That was what was best about those days.  I know Talia wanted more than to have a fuck buddy situation.  But I didn't.  I wasn't in love with her.  At times I didn't even like her.  Mostly because she was crazy.  She's crazier nowadays.  But for a brief time in 2007 I was having a great time with her.  Crazy or not.

Fri March 2, I usually love the rain.  Today I was on the route, and the rain can make things more complicated.  As a matter of fact I had a pretty bad day today at work.  It stated with the commute, of course.  Too many dopes on the road don't turn their lights on when it's raining.  And even more dopes these days seem to forget that driving in the rain means driving slower than usual.  I tend to drop me speed by at least ten miles per hour.  Sometimes more.  And I give wider gaps between cars.  But, it seems like I'm the only dope that does that on a regular basis.  Today so many idiots were flying down the freeway.  Aside from that they continue to do this new cut off move where they merge into a line without having enough room to really do so safely.  But, they do it and I of course have to hit the breaks.  Because, not only are they doing this stupid move but they IMMEDIATELY slow down in front of me.  It's incredibly frustrating.

The good thing about Fridays is the ability to stop at Chevy and make the delivery and also have lunch where no one else is going to show up.  Mostly.  Every once in a blue moon there will be people up there.  Like a few weeks ago when the cleaning crew was cleaning the carpets.  But for the most part Chevy is quiet.  Today I was able to have an unmolested lunch.  I'm glad, because I needed one.  With the rain coming down I tried to move quickly to get the books onto the van and onto the book cart.  Well, unfortunately I didn't pay attention when I was moving the bins onto the van.  I must have moved the cart when I took the bins off, because it ended up having some momentum.  Enough that it went tumbling down once it reached the curb.  To be fair, the curb was only a few inches away.  Nevertheless, I thought I had "secured" the wheels.  Nope.  The cart went tumbling and so did the books still on a bin that was on top of the cart.  I was furious.  I took the books and tossed them into the bin and then I threw the bin as hard as I could into the van.  I was that frustrated.  I should have known then that I was in for a tough day.

And then after that Chevy terribleness I went to Montrose and saw TheRose.  She's super nice.  I can't help being drawn to her.  I have this crazy idea that I would ask her if she wanted to go to that exhibit I have tickets for in a few weeks.  I'm sure the sooner I ask the sooner I'll be rejected.  But, at the same time I do have to find someone to go with me.  It's just over two weeks away.  I'm pretty sure TheRose won't know this artist.  And she might think it creepy to go with me.  I don't know, I just know that I feel I need to spend more time with her.  To what end?  In my fantasy, of course, we would be intimate.  But that's probably not a good thing to even admit.

In my stupidity, and anger over dropping books on the floor thanks to that stupid cart, I forgot to drop off some stupid giant dominos at Chevy.  Because of that I had to go back a second time after Montrose.  I felt so completely stupid.  With the rain making everything more difficult I didn't need to have to return to Chevy, which is the most isolated of the branches.  But, I had no choice.

The rain made today suck.  I just couldn't get any traction going today.  From me dropping the books in the rain, to forgetting those stupid dominos, and then to just being cold and wet all day, I was glad when I was done.  I could not exit the building fast enough.  I usually don't have this bad a day in the rain, but today I was just not in the groove.  Like I said, I just could not get anything going today.  Shortened weeks tend to suck.  This one didn't suck until today.  And it sucked hard today.

The other day I saw a commercial for these chicken sliders at a fast food joint.  I had to try them.  Since I usually get something to eat after work at Glendale I figured that I would go and get these things today after work.  I can't say they were bad, but I think I liked them because they were hot.  After work hot food really hits the spot.  I'm not sure I'll have these things again.  But, you never know.  They tasted better after I put some Buffalo sauce on top of it.  But, then again, what wouldn't?

Sat March 3, Krishna asked me to cover a couple of shifts at her branches.  I like not doing anything on Saturdays, but at the same time I couldn't say no to the extra money.  I also knew that working these branches on a weekend is easy money.  I've worked at Pacific and Adams before, and those times are nothing compared to what I used to deal with when I was on the desk at Central. Sure enough, Pacific was chill.  I helped out a couple of people with reference questions, and checked out some books.  I helped a pair of young ladies play this so-called I spy game.  Again, it was chill.  I got to work with some of the new people at the library as well.  Good times, for sure.

Following my shift at Pacific I drove to Adams and worked there for a couple of hours.  Again, easy money.  I helped a few patrons and that was it.  Too bad TheRose didn't work today.  It would have been nice to work with her.

I was reading an article online about a movie made some forty years ago that had a main character of an older man dating a younger woman.  It made me think about my new obsession with TheRose.  She's so much younger than I am.  I mean come on.  And yet I can't help but be drawn to her.  But I told myself I wouldn't be "that guy," yet here I am lusting after a young woman.  But then again, I didn't think I would be in an extra-marital affair, and there you have it.  I'm just a terrible person.

Sun March 4, I finally photographed the cute girl at IHOP.  I don't know that the picture does her justice, or I'm seeing her through rosed colored glasses.  Or horny glasses.  I don't know, I think she's cute.  In the last few months she skin has broken out.  And then she uses more make-up to cover that up, which only makes things worse.  It would be nice to get to know more about her, but that's unrealistic.

Mon March 5, Yesterday TheGirl texted me to say that her landlord was selling the place and that she had been given notice.  Details today.  Well, there's not much more information today, other than TheGirl doesn't know what she's going to do.  I offered her my place while she looked for a new place.  But of course price is a factor.  She can't afford much more than $1,500 per month.  THAT's what's going to be most difficult.  TheGirl mentioned that she could move to Reno.  That statement made my heart drop.  I love TheGirl and Cheyenne.  I would miss the both of them immensely.  It would be one of the worst things that would happen my life if I lost the both of them to a move.

The story of tonight's Bachelor ending is that in life you will have your heart broken.  Sometimes more than once.  That first time is one of the worst moments of your life.  When I was seeing Talia I broke it off with her.  So in that first real big relationship of my life I walked away.  But with TheGirl it was different.  TheGirl broke up with me, and it hurt.  Tonight's show was like reliving those break ups.  It's not easy, but the good thing is that I did survive.  And we do survive things like that.  We will all go through that experience.  Sometimes more than once.  But the first one is the worst.

Tue March 6, I checked my work email after I got home last night.  Not sure why I did, but it showed something from Glendale about a missing print job.  I didn't know anything about it.  The print job I picked up last week was actually several jobs in one, all put together.  Well, apparently one of the boxes was filled with stuff for the school district.  Naturally I figured that they sent the school district our stuff.  Well, apparently this one library assistant was going nuts about her fliers.  They weren't in delivery because they gave me the wrong stuff.  But there was tone to the email chain that made it sound like I had not picked them up.  I did pick up the boxes.  That they contained the wrong items is a whole other thing.  I wasn't going to look through all those boxes to inspect the jobs.  I was in a hurry and the boxes were packed.  Maybe next time I will pause and check.  But what I did this morning was go to city hall before even loading up the van in order to pick up these stupid fliers.  The topper to this is that the fliers were ready on the twenty-seventh.  Which means Tuesday.  But most likely in the afternoon after I had gone.  That also means Benedict should have picked them up on Wednesday.  But no.  I picked them up on Thursday.  I love that it took them a week to figure this out.  Also, Benedict "could" have taken the school district stuff yesterday as well, and picked up the stuff for Elizabeth yesterday as well.  But, he never goes upstairs like he's supposed to do to check the mail.  Whatever, I don't give a shit.  I just don't like them thinking I'm not doing my job when clearly it wasn't my fault.  As a matter of fact it was the graphic department's fault.

After my special trip to city hall I then had to do the regular route.  I picked up the print job and inspected the contents and photographed the contents.  One of the administrators mentioned how there might have to be some sort of system to record what has been picked up.  I told him I usually take photos of what I pick up, but of course the ONE time I don't do it I get burned.  Whatever! This fucking sucks.  Everything in that place fucking sucks.

Today the sidewalk was used for parking.  Of course most of the time it's used to make a three point turn.  Whatever.  I was just so tired today.  I couldn't get anything going today.  At least it wasn't like Friday, where I couldn't get anything right.  Today wasn't like that, but I just didn't have any energy.  I usually wake up with zero energy, but once I hit the shower I get energized.  Not today.  I was tired the entire day.  Sucks, big time.

I don't know the last time I cried.  But I cried tonight.  I cried over the fact that TheGirl is considering moving to Nevada.  I love them both, and I do want the best for them.  But I would be so completely sad if they moved.  There has to be a way that she can stay.  I want to tell her that tomorrow night when I go over for dinner.  It's not fair though.  But I think I need to say it.  Nothing good can ever just stay the way it is forever.  Things change, and not always for the better.  So many horrible things are happening.  I hope TheGirl doesn't move and finds a place closer to work.

Wed March 7, Tonight's dinner with TheGirl was quite emotional.  I won't go into it too much, but suffice to say we both cried.  She's worried where she's going to end up.  She knows she can find a place, but it's the time pressure that's making her nervous.  She has possible places to stay, but one of them is with a guy who made some sexual advances on her.  And she didn't appreciate it.  One other option is asking her daughter to move in with her, so that they could share the burden of rent.  TheGirl knows that most of the time her daughter wouldn't be at home anyway, since she often spends the night at her boyfriend's.  I told her that she could stay with me, but I honestly don't know if my aunt would like that.  I know I would have to ask her before any moves.  So yes, she's not going to be out on the street.  It's just going to be difficult to find a new spot as perfect as this one was.

I told TheGirl how sad I've been for her because of this move.  I added what I talked about in this journal about how I feel about Cheyenne.  And how if she did move far away I would miss them both very much.  TheGirl told me that there's little chance of her moving like that, since she would be away from her family and me.  I liked hearing that, but the reality is things aren't easy here.  She has a job here, that's true.  And jobs don't grow on trees.  And what if a contact that she talked to about a job offers her a job out of state?  What then?  Does she take it?  I can't blame her if she did.  But I would miss them both.  So yes, we had a good cry over those things.

Knowing TheGirl she will land on her feet.  Still, this isn't an easy time for her.  I WISH that I had enough money to help her out (as well as many others including my buddy Dane).  Alas, I'm a poor sucker who can only be there for emotional support.  Knowing TheGirl she WILL find a good place, but it will take time.  People are willing to help her.  Well, except for her ex-husband.  She thought he might offer that she go live with him temporarily.  Yeah right, she said.  He didn't even flinch.  She figures it's his way of laughing at her for leaving him.

Thu March 8, In my rush to leave work yesterday I forgot to take my jeans, my comfy shoes and my speaker.  That meant that this morning I had to use a replacement speaker.  I felt so stupid when I realized last night that I had forgotten these things.  I need to come up with a plan not to do this again.  Perhaps I shouldn't even bother taking my clothes in with me.  Many times I end up changing inside my car in front of TheGirl's place.  Other times I'll change inside her place.  I just hate doing this sort of thing because of my stupidity.  With TheGirl's impending move I don't know what's going to happen in terms of timing after work on Wednesdays.  But that subject is for another time.

The library has termites.  An all concrete building has termites.  Only at this fucking library.  This could only happen in this slaughterhouse.  The international books are off limits while they try to figure out what to do.  Of course it can't be easy.  They would apparently have to do some major work to get rid of the nest.  Amazing! This is yet another failure.  Of course this isn't a policy failure, but it's like something that hangs over them like a black cloud.

Krishna asked me to call her this morning.  She needed coverage of one of the branches tonight.  I agreed to it, hoping it wouldn't be too crazy.  Adams is the smallest branch in the system.  No way I have to worry about a flood of people showing up.  I had to babysit the library while there an ESL class was conducted.  Easy, pieasy.  The class was polite and didn't give me any problems.  They left on time and I was able to get out fairly quickly after closing up shop.  I was home in less than a half hour.  Woo! Krishna is short handed these days.  I like that she's throwing me a few hours here and there.  Sure, it's not just about giving me those hours out of the goodness of her heart.  It's because she needs someone capable.  I'm glad to have the hours.

Fri March 9, I sit and watch the news in the morning as I get ready for work.  Today the traffic report comes on about twenty minutes before I usually leave and it has a report on the 101 south.  Apparently some dope was riding a bicycle on the freeway and OF COURSE gets hit by a car.  The car stopped but the cyclist was dead.  This meant an investigation and closed lanes.  The traffic reporter says, "Don't even THINK about getting on the 101!"  I had to move quickly.  I already had my lunch ready.  Perhaps I already had a premonition of things to come.  I ran out the door while trying to formulate what route I was going to take.  I decided to hit Moorpark, an East/West street that could take me past the accident and that moves relatively good even with traffic.  I won't bore you with all the details, but suffice to say that it did the trick.  Not without some frustration with some dopes that don't drive well.  Aside from that, it did the job of getting me past the accident investigation.  And more importantly, it got me to work on time.

The following isn't unusual, given the current state of the library.  The above is a picture of several bins I returned YESTERDAY.  Mind you, I returned them around 4pm and the library closes at 10pm.  That gives them about six hours to sort THREE bins and one CD bin.  Something like that could be done in a half hour.  LESS really.  But I'm giving these dopes the benefit of the doubt.  That's how things are done in this library now.  Not done.  Not done until later.  The phones aren't being answered.  Mala has now sent out TWO emails reminding people to answer the phone.  Yeah, no.  Get someone to be the phone person.  Then you have accountability.  Don't have this slaughter desk be the desk.  Or at least reconfigure it to work correctly.  These things would take time and effort.  Two things that the dopes upstairs don't want to waste their time with.  It's sad.  The library before the renovation wasn't a super great place, but it was at heart a library.  Now it's just a collection of shit.  To say nothing about the termites.

A coworker still keeps in contact with MicroManager.  I told her to say from me when she next spoke to her.  Today she told me that MicroManager told her that she always appreciated me.  And that she knows I'm not working the desk at Central any more.  And that she always tried to give me hours, because I was a good worker.  Yeah, I do have my faults, like talking too much at work, but I also get the work done.  Faster than most.  And I never refused to do something.  I told my coworker to tell MicroManager that I miss her.  I don't miss the mean side of her, but I do miss that part that moved things along.  The one that cracked the whip on some slow dopes.  Did she selectively enforce that discipline?  Yes.  There's a woman that she KNEW would go into the stacks and not work.  But she didn't crack the whip on her.  Oh well.  It's all water under the bridge.

I went up to Montrose and chatted up TheRose.  I then talked to Emma about something and then returned to talking to TheRose after she got off the phone.  I made some remark about her being sneaky on the phone.  She responded that she was talking to her boyfriend.  There are moments in life when it feels like the blood is rushing out of your head and as if all in one massive drop falls into the middle of your chest.  It takes a moment to know that's not what's really happening, that it's just a feeling.  Well, that's what I felt when TheRose said the word boyfriend.  I can't imagine why I would think she didn't have a fella.  She's super cute.  Unlike me, who didn't have a girlfriend when I was that young, she has everything going for her in terms of attractiveness.  In the back of my mind I wondered how I could think that someone so nice and young.  I wasn't devastated, but it sure hurt.

The rest of the route went pretty much down the line.  Yesterday one of the dopes at Brand was being pissy.  Hence, today I made it a point to get in and out of Brand as quickly as possible.  Really I should just do this for the entire route.  I saw that, and then I do that, but then I go back to my old pattern.  I need to make this stick.

Sat March 10, My buddy told me to check our work email last night, and there was an email from Keyvon.  Here it is.

Hello, did someone speak to a patron concerning a lost DVD title called Anchorman?  He claims that he returned the DVD case with the DVD he bought as a replacement.  He said he spoke to an Armenian speaking female staff member Tuesday night at Central.

Nothing too out of the ordinary there.  But then this morning Ru responded.

Hello, sorry I was not the staff member who assisted this patron. Thank you, Ru.

The above picture is of the desk schedule for Tuesday.  It shows that TheDesire, and Ru as well as Elizabeth were on the desk Tuesday afternoon/evening.  The potential is there for one of them to have talked to this patron.  I bring this up because it's funny that Ru emailed us all to say, "It wasn't me."  The fingers now point to Elizabeth and TheDesire.  My money is on Elizabeth.  Mainly because TheDesire does have desk experience from working at the branches.  Elizabeth does not have much circulation desk experience, and would just check in the DVD without checking.  We'll see what happens.

Sun March 11, I've now seen the raccoon pictured about twice on the security cameras.  I think its "friend's" live in the attic part of my house.  The attic doesn't connect to the rest of the house, is what I'm trying to say.  So it lives in my attic.  Geez.

There was an event at the library today, a so-called "artist in residence."  An artist that is currently showing in the gallery came in to show how she does her work.  How she creates it, in other words.  Well, because she was originally schedule for April 1st, Easter, she had to reschedule.  We're going to be closed on Easter.  So the lady had to come in today.  Because of this she only had two people in the room with her.  One was a really pretty patron though, so that was nice for me.  Ha!

At the end of the shift the dopes that are at the computers were gone.  A few months back I took the liberty of changing the times the computers log off patrons from ten minutes till closing to fifteen minutes till closing.  That five minutes doesn't seem like much, but when I was working the computer desk at Glendale those five minutes were awesome.  As it was patrons would still be in the computer lab after the computers were off.  I practically had to use a broom to get them out of the fucking room.  My favorite move was to just turn the lights off.

Mon March 12, The above is part of a project that we're doing on social media this year.  It's the continuation of the anniversary for the library building.  It's good times.  It's also kinda blah, but we're trying our best.  The more creative the group, the more creative their projects.  The Friends are good folks, but they're not very creative.

The countdown to TheGirl having to move out continues.  It turns out now that the place isn't being bought by the tenants living in the house next to TheGirl's place.  They want to rent it out as an office.  What a bunch of dopes.  Because of that TheGirl has to leave?  Terrible.  I wish the deal fell through, but it won't.  I don't know where TheGirl will end up, but this weekend she's going to ask a friend if she can stay with him until she finds a place.  He lives out in Northridge, so it's going to make her commute THAT much worse.  ARGH! Can't even imagine.  Also, it's going to mess with our visits.  I'll adjust.  But it will be an adjustment, to say the least.

Tue March 13, Today the commute to work made me late.  There was a crash by Pass Ave, which closed two of the lanes on the freeway.  I was only five minutes late to work, but late is late.  I wasn't even late last week when that idiot was killed riding his bike on the freeway.  Today, I couldn't even see the car, because it went through the rail and out of the freeway.  When I drove by all I could see was a flatbed truck and a camera man for the TV news filming down the embankment.  Not good.

I went to the bathroom this morning and saw that the handicap stall was out of order... again! I'm not the only one that pointed that out.  A patron clearly wrote in the word "again" to denote that this isn't the only time this fucking stall has ben out of order.  If anything, the stall seems to always be flooded and broken.  What a piece of crap library.

At Casa there are some spots just for the firemen that work at the station that's attached to the library.  Or is it the other way around?  Either way, they share not only a building, but a very small parking lot.  Two spaces are just for the firemen to park.  But, this guy, whose car is pictured above, clearly doesn't understand the concept of a reserved parking spot.  This idiot always parks in this spot.  Meanwhile, patrons can't park because this douche essentially takes up two spots, one that he parks the car in and the other one that no one else can park in, but sits empty.  I really wish I could tell this dope off and tell him to park in his reserved spots.  I've been told in the past that the firemen are quick to call parking enforcement when someone parks in their reserved spots.  I get it.  I've had to deal with this shit and the van.  But I also don't go ahead and park somewhere else four spots closer just to be a douche.  What a fucking douche.

The route was a rainy route today.  Nothing too bad.  It was just a little annoying.  I was able to avoid must of the rain.  It's nice when the rain happens when I'm not disembarking books from the van.  But wait's for me to get inside the van to come down, and then let up when I'm moving the books.  That's what kind of a day it was on the route today.  I didn't really get too wet today.

On my way home the traffic was extra bad before the 101.  Well, that's because there was ANOTHER accident on my way home.  The position of the accident was nearly identical to the placement of this morning's crash on the East bound freeway, only on the West bound side.  The two accidents couldn't have been over a quarter mile apart.  It was just not my day, commute wise.

Wed March 14, I honestly can't imagine I have any chance with TheLamp.  She has a fella, and I'm sure I'm not her type in any way.  But, I will say that she is looking really good these days.  I am mesmerized by her behind.  It's looking really good lately.  And it almost seems as though she's throwing it in my face.  I now she ISN'T doing that.  She's just dressing nice, and her figure looks nice.  Naturally I'm attracted to that, and by that I have this idea that she's throwing it in my face.  In other words, I know she's not doing it for me.  I can still admire it, can't I?  Well, even if I can't I'm doing so, because TheLamp's figure does look good these days.  I wonder if in a different situation we could be friends.  Could we be more?  Nah.

TheGirl is worried about her situation at her place.  The time of being tossed is coming closer.  And of course she hasn't found a place.  She went with a coworker to a place in Encino, to the West of where I live near Tarzana.  She said the place was a dump.  And they wanted too much money.  Typical.  Everyone wants a truck load of money for rest these days.  It's not fair.  In a world in which I had a lot of money I would buy a place and have her "rent" it from me for a tiny amount of money.  But, we don't live in that world.

During dinner I did show TheGirl the slides that I picked up today.  They featured pictures from our recent trip, and from my trip in November as well as pictures from a trip we took last year in May, I believe.  That's a long time.  But since it's film I don't usually shoot to many photos.

We went back to TheGirl's place where Cheyenne and I play.  No different tonight.  I had the thought that we only have a few more play sessions at this place TheGirl has called home for about three years.  She moved from where she was living in Glendale due to her job, but mostly because of Cheyenne.  Now her time in this place nears an end and it stinks.  Not that this was the best place to live, but it was home.  I'm sure wherever she end up living will be cozy as well.  It just stinks that this has to happen at all.  I suppose it would have happened sooner or later.  I feel terrible about this.

Thu March 15, It rained pretty steady last night.  Not super hard, but steady.  For weeks some of my coworkers and I at Glendale have been talking about the damage that would happen at the library when the next rain storm would occur.  Well, THIS was the next rain storm and of course the library failed in spades.  When I arrived today the security guard told me how the flooding was so bad that it went down to the second floor and created a waterfall to the ground floor.  By the time I arrived the cleaning crew had vacuumed up most of the standing water.  But, the guard was nice enough to share the photos above of the situation.  When I saw the photos I instantly knew how terrible the situation was.  I was amazed that the ceiling didn't come down.  But later Maleficent send out an email saying how the drywall would have to be taken out and replaced, because they had seen mold.  Mold means that the current leak was already leaking and just didn't show.  No way mold grows that quickly.  But then again, perhaps it does.  Either way, this isn't good.

I saw a maintenance guy that I talked to before coming up to the elevator, which I was about to take to the second floor.  She invited me to the roof to check out the damage up there.  I was not ready for what I saw up there.  As you can see from the picture above, there was a significant amount of water on the roof.  But, after I whistled the guy tells me, "Oh that's nothing.  That's just a puddle.  Look up here... it's a pool."  That is when I walked up to the upper part of the roof, above the main room.

The guy wasn't kidding.  The fucking roof had at least four inch deep water just standing there.  The dark brown color denoted to me that the water had been there for a while.  It wasn't just the last rain storm that caused all this water.  At least that's what I think.  Either way, the water leaked into the library and now there's nothing but a fucking mess.

I love having my lunches in the park.  It was a near perfect day for lunch in the park.  The rain has washed away the dirt and everything looks super pretty.  It was not as cold as the last time I was at the park.

At Grandview today they had a "dance party" for the kids.  Not that they need any coaxing to scream and shout.  I helped out a little, opening the cookie packages and actually even checking out a few books for a patron.  Meanwhile the people that work there didn't care to help out the patrons.  They were too busy dancing.  No thanks.  Still, I suggested they make this a monthly feature.

Kevyon once again mentioned how they need to get me on the desk.  Mainly because, well, because I'm good.  But also because they're "short."  I'm not sure how they can be "short" on staff when they hired so many new people.  But from what I hear no one wants to work that slaughter desk, for the many reasons I've already mentioned here over and over.  Mainly that they don't do reference work.  They simply check out books.  Well, that's that that desk is, a pseudo information desk that has the primary goal of just fucking everything up for everyone.  One desk might have sounded like a good idea, but in practice they didn't implement the strategy they should have to make that desk "work."  I put work in quotes because truly they wouldn't know what making it work means.  They don't work in the trenches.  They "work" in their offices.  When they make a decision it doesn't come from any actual desk experience.  They have "theories" that they've heard about in conferences.  Well, those are also filled with dopes that don't work the trenches.  It's those in the trenches that ultimately make it work, despite the stupid policies of the people in administration.  This is absolutely what's happening here and in other libraries.  We just make it WORK.  It's not easy, but the grunts are the ones that find a way to make things work, in spite of the road blocks put there by management.  Back to me possibly working that slaughter desk.  I don't see it happening any time soon, but Keyvon will put me on the desk some time in the future.

At the end of my shift TheDesire was talking to me about her chances for the big job she applied and interviewed for.  She thought she over did it on the questions, but I also still think they WANT to make her the branch manager.  There is another good candidate that is good, but I don't think they want her as much as they want to move up TheDesire.  It's been nice to interact with her again after our "hiatus."  I still have to visit her and her son.  I mentioned how TheDesire was working on getting back to her pre-baby shape.  I must say, I've seen some progress.  I hate saying it that way.  She's always been pretty, and will remain.  Nevertheless, I am here to say that her figure is looking nice lately.

Fri March 16, The area known to these dopes as the "reading Spa" at the library received the most damage from the cascade of water flowing down from the roof.  The word is they are hoping to mitigate mold from growing there, but of course these dopes do it all wrong.  They cut a few holes in the drywall to "air it out."  But as someone else pointed out, there isn't much air flow.  They don't even have a blower to try to get air up in there.  I tell you, these dopes do everything wrong.  In Maleficent's email she made it seem like they were going to have to replace all the drywall in this area.  But I guess not.  You just watch, I'll be writing about how it's mold and the library has infected a bunch of patrons and employees.

And just in case you thought the termite issue was resolved with the exterminators coming out yesterday don't worry... we still have termites.  I went over to that area to check it out and I saw, with my own eyes, termites flying around.  Not many, and to be fair they could of been dying as they flapped around.  But still, there were still termites.  I just love it, because of course once again no one is down here to check.  I shouldn't be the only one checking if this has been resolved.  The dopes from upstairs should be down here.  But Maleficent has never been so hands on as to walk around the building to just see what's what.  She goes from her office to her car and back again.  That's it.

I went up to Montrose as usual after city hall and such.  In the past Fridays meant seeing TheRose.  It's still a thrill to see her, but it's a bit diminished now after she mentioned a boyfriend.  I didn't pay as much attention to her as I have in the past.  I pretty much just said hi and that was it.  I talked to Emma more, but really I just got out of Dodge.  She is a sight to see physically, and I'll repeat myself again and say that I had no right to think I could ever "date" her.  But still, it would have been nice to know she liked me back a little.  By the way, this doesn't mean she doesn't like me in some way, but it means I should do the right thing and step back.

This morning I looked at my options for lunch today and decided no way.  I would have a burger today for sure.  Not to say much of fast food burgers these days, because they're pretty bad.  This was felt like it was all bun.  The one advantage was that I was able to refill my cup two and a half times.  Still.  It was better than starving.

After Brand I went to a local store, pictured above, to get Ms. Carson a phone.  My failure with the sim card fiasco was behind me now.  I knew I should have just bought one of these inexpensive phones in the first place.  But I thought the sim card route and an old phone I had would have been the better route.  I was wrong.  The phone was just barely $12.  Much less than that stupid sim card that didn't work with any of my phones, or even with the phone Dane gave me.  Whatever!

After hitting the last of my stops I went back to Central, finished up there, and clocked out.  After that I went to Ms. Carson's and gave her the phone.  I took my computer so I could set it up for her with her credit card information.  So now she has a cell phone.  She was happy to have me get it for her.  Poor thing.

Just before leaving the library tonight one of my coworkers talked to me about how one of the city councilmen came in for an event early yesterday.  I remember people coming in yesterday, but I didn't think much of it.  It turns out that the councilman was asking questions about the roof leaking and the issues in the men's room.  He asked just how long these things have been a problem.  I can tell you that most of these problems have been around since just a little after opening day in May of last year.  Which means nearly a year.  But, of course the likes of Maleficent and AD never really know the trenches to be able to do something about these things.  Both of them MIGHT hear about these things, but they just assume that someone else will fix it.  While of course they won't be fixing it, they never follow through with those who are in charge of fixing these things.  This is why the faucets in the men's room are completely fucked.  The first faucet starting from the left blasts water so hard that it often will go near my face.  The second faucet has a horrible sensor that never works.  Which might explain why someone jammed it and broke the countertop.  The third faucet is Goldilocks, because it's the only one that's just right.  The fourth faucet is loose and sits at an angle.  But has anyone come around to fix any of these issues?  Nope.

At the end of the day this might FINALLY be Maleficent's reckoning.  Next needs to be AD's reckoning.  But, to be fair, she didn't initiate this fucking bullshit renovation.  This is all on Maleficent's plate.  She needs to pay for this fiasco.

Sat March 17, I bought two tickets a few months back for the Jasper Johns exhibit.  I asked TheGirl if she could go, but she had plans to go to Aladdin with her daughter.  I thought about asking someone else, like perhaps TheRose or even Emma.  But I wasn't too keen on that.  TheRose is young and of course she has her fella that she probably wants to hang out with on Saturday.  Emma is cool, but I don't think she's a good museum companion.  I thought about asking LaFlor, but I choked.  So here we are.

After seeing the exhibit I wanted to go get a burger, since I hadn't had any breakfast this morning due to the fact that I overslept.  However, I wasn't actually too hungry.  That and the day being so wonderful made me decide to at least walk around up and down Grand.  It wasn't like I did too much walking.  Just to the MOCA and then to the Dorothy Chandler.

I reached the Music Center and there was a gate around the stairs that lead to the main plaza.  It seems that they're redoing the plaza.  I thought I saw that the famous fountain there was going to be taken out, but it appears as though they're just going to move it out of the center and close to the West.  I went to Grand park and took some pictures there, like the one above.  I rested a bit and my belly was growling.  I knew that by the time I reached Santa Monica I would be real hungry.  So I went back to the car.

The drive to to Santa Monica wasn't too bad.  It took less time than the maps app was predicting.  I drive fast.  I arrived and ordered up a pastrami burger.  I have to say it was a good burger, but not a great burger.  The fries are pretty standard, but they give a lot of them.  They do seem to have a nice menu of items to try.  Like they have cheese steaks and fries with chili and pastrami on top.  Perhaps another day.

I went to the store after the burger, to buy some things for my aunt.  I then went home and took a nap.  It was a good day.

Mon March 19, The main thing I did at San Marino today was put up the commendations the library received on the tenth anniversary in the glass cabinet by the entrance.  Pseudo supervisor told me when she arrived that she wasn't feeling well.  By the time I came back from putting up the commendations in the cabinet Pseudo supervisor had taken off.  Which meant I was able to cruise the rest of the work day.

The time when TheGirl needs to move out is coming quick.  She's been checking places out, without much luck.  I feel so helpless to help her in this moment of need.  But, I can be there for her emotionally.  It's all I can be.

Tue March 20, Yesterday I forgot to put my belt on in the morning.  It was so stupid of me.  I have a pair of pants that don't require that I wear a belt with them, since my big belly is just the right size.  Because of this I just forgot my belt.  Well, not today.  Last night I placed my belt inside the bundle of work clothes I have for my route days.  No way I was forgetting to wear a belt today.

First thing today I went out to Alhambra to pick up a special delivery.  Some stands that were for Brand.  I was told to go in the morning and pick them up.  So, I did.  The guy that was working on them had started to paint them.  I waited a little bit to take them with me so that one of the stands could dry a bit.  They weren't super wet, but some paint did some off in his hands.  I got to some paint on my gloves as well.  But whatever, off I went and of course there wasn't any communication with him about what time I would arrive.  Hence him starting to paint them.  Terrible.

I'm placing this photo here to illustrate the BS I have to deal with when it comes to people parking in the wrong spot.  I mean come on.  If you're going to park in a handicap spot at least make sure you park in the actual stall.  Seriously, who is this any better?  Idiots.

After dropping off the stands at Brand I went to city hall.  I figured it would save some time on the route.  In the graphics department I found the pictured above pile of hand outs.  ARGH! They always make so many and then most of them just get tossed away.  It's such a pain.  It's also a pain to have to move all those things.  The only good thing is that I wouldn't have to carry them the entire route.  Since I went to city hall before returning to Central.  Smart monkey.

The van was most packed with stupid Brand items today.  The picture above shows most, but not all, of the delivery I made to Brand today.  Not pictured are two other bins and three smaller bins used to transport CDs.  Their items took over a third of the space in the van.  It was nuts.  If only Brand would allow for a Monday delivery.  Then this wouldn't happen as often, if at all.  Whatever!

Snow asked if I could pick up some books at a store just across the street from the library.  She mentioned that in the past they wouldn't charge her shipping, but that now they were charging her shipping.  Better I make the money than pay for shipping.  Of course I'm not sure why they're worried about the shipping price.  Whatever.  This pick up added to my already heavy workload today, but at the same time it did make me a few extra bucks.

Just before leaving for the day I stopped by the slaughter desk and talked to TheDesire.  She told me the bad news that she didn't make the cut for the promotion.  She didn't know who made it.  All she knew is that she wasn't in the top three.  Idiots.  So there you have it.  My buddy and I talked later and I mentioned the whole thing to him.  He is of the opinion that TheDesire's pregnancy made them wonder if she would be as committed to the job.  I honestly thought that they would ignore that, but I guess I was wrong.  I think I just wanted it to be so for her sake.  But, it's not happening now.  She mentioned how she already applied for other jobs.  She doesn't want to stay the teen librarian for life.  I understand.  We'll see who they picked.  I made the joke that the person they're going to pick is likely to have the same surname as AD.  If that's true, then everything sucks.

Wed March 21, Dinner with TheGirl is always a pleasure.  The reason why we keep this tradition up is because I love it.  Tonight we went out to get a burger.  We didn't have puppy in tow because of the weather.  Since we usually have to eat outside when we go with her.  And it was rainy and cold tonight.  The countdown to when TheGirl has to move is continuing and it won't let up.  There will be no chance at having more time.  This will mean a change in our dinners.  It could be that TheGirl finds a place nearby where she currently lives.  But, it could be that she doesn't.  Sigh.

Back at her current place Cheyenne and I had a good roughhouse session.  She was pooped early tonight.  But it wasn't THAT early, I didn't leave TheGirl's place until nearly 9pm.  I usually don't stay past 8:30pm, because she needs to get ready for bed.  And she wakes up earlier than I do.  Still, today was a good day.  Good times, good company.

At dinner I received a text message from one of my San Marino coworkers.  She said that a patron was claiming that I told him he could stay in one of the study rooms for as long as he wanted.  Of course I would NEVER say that.  I told T that and then she told me the rest of the story (pictured above).  This guy came up today about an hour before I ended my shift.  He asked for a study room.  I knew there were two available, but usually if it's one person I tell them that I'll check.  I radioed LaFlor and she took him to the room.  A little while back he came up to the reference desk saying he was locked out of the room.  The rooms automatically lock.  I let him in and that was that.  Or so I thought.  A few minutes later he comes back to the reference desk and again asks if he can be let in.  This time he says that he had to go out to his car to get some markers.  Guess the library's were running low.  OK.  This second time I walked with him to the room he opens up with the question, "Have you heard of Bitcoin?"  I tell him I have and he goes on to tell me that the real money is to be had by "mining" for the coins.  Thankfully he received a call and I was able to escape.  But, as you can see, the guy was just getting started.  He apparently didn't want to leave when told he had to leave.  Of course this Bitcoin jerk caused a problem.  You know the type.  He's going to get what he wants by first being stubborn, and then by making a scene.  What a fucking tool.

Thu March 22, On Tuesday these dopes really piled on the work.  I went to Alhambra, then to brand and then during the route they had me pick up books from a local book store.  It was a lot of work, and the van was packed nearly the entire time.  There were a bunch of stupid boxes filled with books at Brand that these dopes wanted me to take to Central.  For what?  No idea.  I think they mentioned them going to some bulk book buyer.  Which if it is some bulk book buyer means that the book buyer could and would pick them up at fucking Brand.  They don't need to come down to Central.  Whatever.  Well, apparently they made Benedict do it, and he was throwing a fit about it the entire route.  So many people today told me that he was complaining about having to move the boxes.  To be fair, it was in the rain.  But, he wouldn't have wanted to do it even if it had been sunny.  His reasons are wrong, but the underlying problem is that these dopes take liberties with the route.  They always do this last minute bullshit and don't consider that perhaps we have a full load that day.  But, I will say that it was better that Benedict had to move those boxes instead of me.  He does the route so badly that it's good that he got caught and had to do actual work for once.

There's a girl who I haven't written about that works at Central that has had a meteoric rise since she moved from the Casa branch, where she was basically kicked out by Snow.  She wasn't very good at her job, and whatever Snow is she will give a person more than one chance to shape up.  She didn't, hence her being exiled to Central.  Or so it seemed.  She has found new life at Central, and was even put in charge of the RFID project.  This is unprecedented for a page, a fucking PAGE, to be given those kind of supervisorial powers.  She was given a "team" of pages to work the project, and she was left in charge of the scheduling and coordinating of that project.  Again, absolutely unprecedented for a page.  A page is the lowest of the low.  They have never given any page this kind of power.  And I mean NEVER.  Well, this past week we come to find out that she's been promoted to the level of customer service associate.  And now she's working the slaughter desk.  Mind you, I don't want to work that desk, but it is telling that SHE is working the desk before I did.  My years of experience means nothing to these dopes.  For a minute I want to talk about nicknames.  My buddy wants to name her Leech, but Misa already gave her the name Evil Pet.  I like both those names, so for now I'm just going to go with Leech/Evil Pet.  That being said I found out today that Leech/Evil Pet is supposedly Keyvon's cousin.  THAT explains her meteoric rise.  This is such blatant bullshit.  She goes from being bounced out of Casa for incompetence to being made a "CSA" at Central within a few months of arrival.  You talk about favoritism.  It's no wonder she found a home at Central.  She is as incompetent as the assholes at Central.

The former city manager's son is working at the library.  I guess Maleficent has to pay back some favors.  Anyway, I met the kid.  Seems OK at first, but who doesn't.  It was funny that they already announced he's working at the library, and that he'll be helping with the mockery space.  Again, when I started as a page I wasn't given any other duties other than "go shelve those fucking books."  For four years that's what I did.  Oh I moved furniture around, cleaned up shit, anything that involves moving grunt work that was what I did.  Never was I given these choice assignments where I basically don't do anything.  But, I'm not the former city manager's son.  Incredible.

On my way out to get the van I hear a coworker say that there's a leak in the hallway next to the children's room.  I go up there and there's not much to see.  But... big but... there's a guy from the city trying to deal with a busted door.  He's telling one of the office guys that the roof was done completely wrong.  Then he asked, "Who was in charge of the project."  The office guy mentions a name of the project manager.  The city guy whistles and says, "No wonder he's out on stress leave."  He goes on to say something about how the entire building has problems and that someone needs to call the contractor out on the carpet.  Yeah, good luck with that.  These motherfuckers at the library aren't the kind to confront people.  Hey, I get that.  I'm not that kind of person either.  But these dopes were in the fucking building the entire time that there was construction going on.  Never did I even see Maleficent come out of her ivory tower to "inspect" the work.  I know she doesn't know anything about anything, but you still have to make a show of it.  Her disinterest in the entire renovation shows right now.  My buddy and I have predicted some sort of reckoning at the library.  We might be a year late, but it's possible that the reckoning is going to happen soon.  That's partially wishful thinking, part reading of the tea leaves.  I just want Maleficent to pay in some way.  She's not OK.  No one there is OK.  The fucking roof was done wrong.  I know Maleficent doesn't know anything about roofs, but I went up there last week and I could tell that the slop was wrong, just by sight.  Then again, perhaps I'm giving dummy Maleficent too much credit.  I know she's a dope.  Same with AD.  Though I can't honestly put this on her door step.  She wasn't here during the renovation.  Later, just as I was going to head out to do the route another one of the children's librarians mentions that one of the acoustic tiles in the children's room has fallen onto the floor, because it's soaking wet.  Clearly that little leak was not so little.  Like with so many things, when I saw it I could see that it didn't look THAT bad.  It was barely enough to drip into the trash can they placed to catch the water.  However, the leak that we see belies a much bigger leak, one that's hidden by a wall.  Sure enough, the leak soaked the acoustic tile and the tile fell.  Yeah... eat shit, Maleficent.  You are a fucking dope.

By the former main entrance there's a bit of a hallway that leads to the elevator.  The elevator that doesn't work, mind you.  And hasn't worked for months.  An elevator that many mom's try to use to get to the children's room directly above.  But, did these idiots bother to renovate the fucking elevator when they were gutting the entire building?  No.  They just let it die a slow death.  They said that they would just run it until it didn't work.  Well, of course these leads to problems like this, where you have two working elevators on the opposite side of the building.  And people have to travel extra far to go from the auditorium and the children's room to the first floor bathrooms.  But I digress, this isn't about the elevator.  This is about a pair of windows next to the elevator.  The office guy told me today that one of the windows is coming off the window frame (see photo and insert).  This place is falling apart.

Fri March 23, There's a coworker that has come in after not working many hours at the library lately.  At least I haven't seen her at the branches.  But now I've been seeing her at Central.  She is very pretty, and seems nice.  But, of course no one is actually nice at this job.

I wrote in yesterday's entry that the elevator by the children's room was broken.  That old thing should have been fixed, but of course the dummies in charge didn't make an effort to do that.  Nor did they consider what happens if the other old elevator goes down and we only have one good elevator.  Well, it's funny that this supposedly renovated building is already falling apart after barely a year since the reopening.  Today the office guy sent out an email (shown above) saying that the NEW elevator is broken.  Yes, the NEW elevator.  Becks was right when she said that the building was cursed.

I received a text from Emma asking if I had been to Chevy yet.  Nope, but that was my next stop, I told her.  She "warned" me that they had some extras.  I joked that it was junk, but of course I was right.  It was nothing but junk.

After dealing with the rain all week it was nice to have near perfect weather today.  It wasn't warm, nor was it cold.  It was actually a pleasure to do the route today.

Last week my aunt wanted me to get some hot wings.  That was the day I went to the museum.  I was tired, so I didn't go that day.  That and I had totally forgotten about that.  I told her I would go today after work.  I won't bore you with those details, but suffice to say that I went and they are yummy.  They let people choose up to four sauces.  I didn't realize that meant they would cover the wings in those sauces.  I thought they had the sauces on the side.  Well, now I know.  Next time I'll just get the regular Buffalo wing sauce.

Sun March 25, Last night I ended up playing an old SNES game called SimCity late into the night.  One of my old favorites is called SimCity.  The one no the SNES was the second version I played.  The other version was on the PC, but it's very similar to the SNES version.  It was good times building my city.  I like playing these old games more than I like playing the newer games.  The old games just simple and more fun.

My aunt and I usually go to IHOP on Sunday mornings, but today she said she didn't want to go there.  This is how we ended up going to the Honeybaked store in Toluca Lake.  We hadn't been there in a while.  They serve huge plates that I can NEVER finish.  But the food is good.  Much better than IHOP has been lately.  Or really ever.  I did like eating something better than the same old IHOP.  I've been trying different things on the IHOP menu, but none of them have been as good as just the tried and true.  So I think I'll just go back to that.

Mon March 26, I was covering on the reference desk this morning when a woman comes up and asks me for the movie, "Lion, take me home."  I look and find no such movie.  I should have had my stupid radar on, but I must have switched it off.  She goes on to tell me that it was based on the book by the same name.  I try another source because by now I'm thinking she has the name wrong.  Sure enough, I FINALLY find that the movie is called "Lion," but that the book is "Take Me Home."  That made the difference when it came to the stupid library catalog.  After that I found the movie.  But, before I could give her the movie she had asked me, "Where are the DVDs."  I could tell that my failure to find the movie in the catalog caused her to get frustrated and start to think she could find it on her own.  I pointed in the direction of the DVDs and she says, "Those are audiobooks."  Sure lady.  You know where everything is in the library.  Since you know so much go find the DVD yourself, I thought.  I didn't say that, I just told her, "No, it's the DVDs first and then the audiobooks.  Suffice to say I want to choke out every patron that starts their question with the phrase, "Do you know where such and such is."  Because in theory I should know where things are better than she does, seeing I fucking work here.

I went over to visit TheGirl and Cheyenne.  She told me that she found a nice place, and she wanted to check it out on Wednesday.  And then she also said that her landlord is giving her another month.  That means not leaving at the end of April, but at the end of May.  At the possible new place she would be sitting pretty, supposedly.  I hope so.

Tue March 27, This is not to say that I don't like that Benedict had to pick up the stupid books from Brand last week, because he does need to pull his weight on the route.  This is to point out that when these idiots say that something "NEEDS" to be somewhere "today" that they're just talking out of their ass.  They told Benedict that he had to move these books because they needed to be at Central by the end of last week.  Sure.  Here they are, sitting in circulation.  They haven't been touched.  Fucking idiots.  These books need to be in recycling.  Or sell them to one of those book buyers that buy in bulk.  No.  They're going to make us fucking move it.  I don't like Benedict's actions on the route, but this is one thing I do find solidarity with him... the misuse of the delivery.  Yes, we are hired to move things.  But books like these can easily be picked up by a dealer.  We shouldn't have to move them to Central only to have them sit for weeks before some dealer sends a big truck to pick them up.  It's dumb.  But, Benedict did have to finally have a bunch of books to pick up on the route.  He needs to pay for skipping all his duties.

Today I came down the stairs by the Slaughter Desk and found that TheDesire was talking to the gorgeous coworker I mentioned a few entries back.  They were involved in a conversation that I didn't want to intrude upon.  Mainly because the view from my vantage point was incredible (pictured above).  I'm a horny bastard these days.  I may not have much energy, but I am sexually desirous.  It's been too long.  TheDesire is looking good again, and then this coworker walks into the library and I can't help but think of those desires.

The weather was super nice today, so it was a no brainer to have lunch in the park.  But nearly as soon as I sat down on the grass I noticed in the distance that a big lawn mower was moving towards me.  It obviously didn't hit me, but in the time I was having my lunch it made at least four passes, the last one a couple of minutes before my timer said my break was over.  The mower moving closer and closer to me nearly ruined my lunch.

This girl is one of the new girls that have started working at the library in the last six months.  I think she's kinda pretty in a plain sort of way.  Which isn't a crime, I'm just pointing it out.  I think the security guard has a bit of a crush on her.  I like her figure.  She also seems like a nice person.  Which is rare in this town.  Any town, but especially this town.

Wed March 28, I know that I want to ask LaFlor out in some way.  I had this idea today that I would ask her to go to a local museum that has an exhibit that's ending next week.  But, I chickened out today.  I did spend some time with her making stickers.  I bought a sticker making machine and she told me that I should print out Little Mermaid picture and make a sticker out of it.  I printed it out and left it in her locker in circulation.  I think she was on her break when I left work tonight.  I'll see her next week.

Before going out to dinner with TheGirl tonight she wanted to pass by a place she found on social media that's up for rent.  It's a really nice place, and seems to be bigger than her current place.  The main problem TheGirl has with the place is the price and the backyard.  She thought that the backyard was much bigger and extended to the alley.  But it doesn't.  It's small, and doesn't have any grass.  Still, it's not THAT much smaller than the yard she has now.  I know for a fact that Cheyenne would spend most of the time in the house sleeping.  The place is nice, with a nice big living room.  I only wish that there was a way of helping TheGirl pay for this place.

I'm not sure what will happen when TheGirl moves and our Wednesday night dinners.  For sure I'll be able to pay for our Wednesday dinners, but TheGirl has already said that on her Wednesdays it's going to be difficult.  I hope this doesn't mark the end of this.  It's the highlight of my week.

The picture tells the story.  Cheyenne was tired after roughhousing tonight.  She is wonderful, and I'm extremely happy that she is in my life.

Thu March 29, Moral is low at the library.  Lower each day.  Everyone I talk to feels that we're a rudderless ship heading to the rocks.  Which is exactly what's happening.  We're all doomed.  TheDesire is actively looking for a new job after what she feels is a snub.  Though, she did say that he went to talk to Maleficent and Maleficent told her that she had, "A bright future," at the library.  Ah huh.  TheDesire saw right through that bullshit.

I show a picture of the blank white board in circulation to make a point that these dopes are useless and never follow up on anything.  When the library opened last May there was this whole idea that this whiteboard would contain information about the library, and that it would be up to date.  I would see AD personally come up and write on it the events of the day and what was going on.  Does she do that now?  The board has been blank for weeks now.  But, before that it was updated every once in a while, but not on a regular basis.  I would come in on a Thursday and still see things from Monday.  Finally the board was just abandoned.  And that's what we have at the library.  Some good ideas, mostly bad ideas, but they have one thing in common... they're all abandoned.  Well, not the REALLY bad ideas.  Those somehow get through and make it to actuality.  Like the Mockery Space, for one.  Or the Defecate Space, which no one visits either.  So many resources used for nothing.

Back to TheDesire and her meeting with Maleficent.  TheDesire mentioned that she's actively looking for other jobs at County and the City of Los Angeles.  She has connections at both.  I do believe that if she wants she will leave Glendale.  Damn.  She told me that I was "Zen" and that I didn't seem worried about the happenings at the library.  I am Zen, but at the same time I do wish I had options.  I have been looking for other jobs.  But, it's not that easy to get a full time job.

I was at Casa and started talking to Les honestly about the library's situation.  I told him how the Mockery Space is a waste of time and money.  And how it seems like there's no direction.  And he agreed.  He also mentioned that his days at Grandview, "Might be numbered."  That made me speculate about the process of selecting a new branch manager.  For sure Krishna gets one of the spots.  Although, you never know.  But, that would mean that Les would stay at Casa and the new manager would take over Grandview.  And then there's the permutation that the new branch manager would get two of the smaller branches, eg Grandview and Adams.  That would leave Krishna with Pacific and Les at Casa.  Who knows, this is of course all speculation.  But, for sure I keep telling everyone not to be surprised when we find out that the new branch manager worked with AD or is a relative.  Because that's how things are nowadays.

In a real moment Jr. told me today that she's planning on leaving her boyfriend/husband.  I put a slash between those two words because people have told me that they're not really married.  Who knows.  Either way, since the time I've been at Glendale she's been seeing this guy.  That's a long time to be with someone.  I wished her well.  This isn't going to be easy.

Here is a pile of more dumb donated books.  Today I had to bring more books from Pacific.  I didn't go and bring all of them, because for sure Benedict has to carry more of these on the route.  Fuck that guy.  He needs to pull his weight.  I fucking hate these stupid donations.

Fri March 30, On this day, WAY back in 2010, TheGirl and I went to Pink's for lunch.  You can pretty much say that THIS was the beginning of our relationship and friendship.  Eight years.  Wow!

The books that Benedict had to move last week are still here.  Again, this just shows you those assholes saying that something needs to be immediately delivered means nothing in reality.

Today they sent me to Pasadena to drop off a package.  The library is applying for some award.  Of course, if they had sent this via mail it would not likely cost as much as paying me to drive to Pasadena.  But, I'm not going to say anything.  Let them pay me and not the post office.  While out in Pasadena I stopped by Lucky Boy and bought myself a breakfast burrito for lunch later when I reached Chevy.  I looked into the fridge last night and didn't see anything I wanted to have for lunch today.

I posted last week the junk that Chevy left me to deliver to Montrose.  This week, more of the same.  I'm not sure why the people that work both locations can't take some of this stuff.  As a matter of fact, when I reached Montrose with the junk Emma took out this card holder and showed it to our coworkers.  She knew about it because she put it in delivery.  She could have just taken it with her.  But I guess that's the job of stupid delivery.  I wanted to throw all this Chevy junk into the trash.

This is another example of the misuse of resources at the library.  And is yet another example of the administration's stupidity.  It's part of a larger pattern of stupidity that I think I've outlined here many times, but haven't spoke directly about.  It is the core issue I have with the decisions made by the likes of Maleficent and AD.  The picture above is a screen cap of an emailed news letter that is sent out every week.  It's a propagandist rag.  These dopes are having Gitmo, Ru and Gitmo's assistant to teach computer classes.  That's TWO full timers and a library assistant teaching classes.  You think there would be a better use of their time.  RFID still isn't done.  They're short on the desk, supposedly.  Three people in order to teach a dozen people to use the computer.  Why couldn't it have just been one person?  Why three?  It's like with the mockery space.  So many thousands of dollars spent for just a couple of people that show up.  Every time I walk by the room is empty.  Everyone that I talk to says the room is empty all the time.  How is any of this a good use of resources?  The library doesn't library any more.  It just exists as some building full of dopes not knowing what to do with themselves.

Sat March 31, I downloaded another emulator to play some more games on my computer.  This time I downloaded a game I've never played before.  It's one of the Zelda games on the Game Boy Advance... Minish Cap.  So far so good.

I was viewing some videos online when I checked out a video on food at Disneyland and sure enough someone from the past showed up in the video.  The above screen cap is of T's old boyfriend from about four years ago.  He worked at Disneyland, and I guess still does from the looks of the video.  T's one year anniversary was this week.  I know, this is random but since today was my day off I didn't do much except chill and watch videos.

I just wanted to place this here because it's a picture of a girl that I follow online, and have been following online for at least seven years.  She was once just a pretty girl I saw online and now she's a model and a DJ.  Kinda crazy.

A local restaurant is closing their location near the library.  But, they are already opening a new second location in Pasadena.  It's not the same restaurant, but a different take, like higher end, than their diner in San Gabriel.

I took this picture of Chan on my last trip up to Carmel.  Chan is my traveling buddy.

Not much of a story to tell here.  There was a bunch of frames on the wall at work.  I liked the way the frames looked close up.

I had to abandon the Original iPhone project because of technical difficulties with my old phone.  Instead, I figure I would go back and rediscover black and white photography.