A lot. Not enough to stick, but it snowed for about four hours.
I'm trying to re-write my SSHRC proposal. I thought it was pretty good, but then my supervisor shot it to hell, and so now I have to totally redo it. Turns out I've been doing the whole thing wrong for the past five years. Would have been nice for someone to TELL me that.
Anyway, I only have a week to do it so it's a little stressful.
In other news, I'm at the top of my office hockey pool. I've been near the top or at the top for the whole run so far. It's early days yet but if I win I get like $120, which would be nice.
We also got our satellite installed today - it's very strange to have TV again. HD TV, no less.
Of course I'm being forced to watch World Series baseball against my will.
But we're having a HNIC party on Saturday. If you can make it you're invited. Hahahah . . .
It's fucking RAINING.
I mean like raining so hard you can barely see out the window. And this will continue here in St. John's for the next two days.
And to top it off, this afternoon the heavy wind warning from The Weathernetwork kicks in: winds of 100km/h+.
Our house is dark because it's dark outside, cold because it's cold outside, and I hate to imagine what's going to happen when it gets windy. I'm sure we'll lose our power. We've done that a few times this year already for less.
I just hope the wind stops before Thursday, when the dudes come to install our satellite dish.
So I've figured it out.
When I have nightmares, it's always about being pursued by someone, and no one is helping me because something has happened to make civilization stop in its tracks. Usually, it's zombies, and we know they have no civilization.
Recently, I've been having nightmares where the people who are chasing me are people, usually gangs, and the environment in which I find myself has experienced some sort of catastrophe, or martial law has been declared, or some such.
So I've figured out that I'm not really afraid of zombies, or being chased. It's the situation that scares me. Perhaps it has something to do with my now-ingrained anthropological training. But what really freaks me out these days are situations where something has happened that makes people lose (or forget) their humanity. Where people become primitive, culture-less, without civility.
Because without that they are not bound by the same rules as we are, and are impossible to predict.
Scary thought, isn't it?
It's not often that someone tells you that you're fabulous.
Especially not when it's your boss and you've only been working for her for two weeks.
But that's what happened.
I sent her and the other member of the library committee an email yesterday to ask if I could order a book on being a law librarian, and they both emailed back to say yes.
Then she walks into the library and she told me how everyone is very impressed with my organizational abilities, how the library looks "shipshape" and that my initiative is really outstanding. And that's in accompaniment to the other member of the library committee emailing me basically the same thing.
I wonder if they really know what I do here . . .
I mean, when I get a project in my head I work really hard at it.
I started a monthly periodical detailing changes in the library, new additions, updates, that sort of thing, complete with hyperlinks to respective descriptions, images, what-have-you.
I also created a shortened feature list of all publications available from publishers in 2008 that apply to the lawyers in this firm, complete with images and hyperlinks etc.
Today I digitized the book order form and set up a complicated system of IF THEN commands, so that once you select the publisher, then the publishing rep and the account number automatically appear. Now I'm transcribing all current book orders into digital form and beginning drafts of orders I will do in December.
I'm also re-cataloguing the entire library, which should take me some months.
But this sort of stuff doesn't take me all day.
I spend a lot of time chatting on the internet, pre-Christmas shopping, or making posts. But I guess if it works I shouldn't stop, right? I actually don't want to leave this place sometimes, when I get into things. I've never LIKED a clerical job like this before.