One would think, what with my being on the verge of being Associate Professor FatDavid8, that I'd be receiving a bit more in the way of respect from my colleagues and the rest of the staff at the library, and one would be wrong.
Today, I was trundling along with a booktruck full of books from the HQ call number range (which covers sexology and women's studies, among a few other things) that I'm reviewing for deaccessioning (or "weeding" as we librarians like to say in our secret meetings), and I stopped in the hallway to say, "Hello," to my friend S. (last mentioned in a June entry when her boys had coxsackievirusha! Coxsackievirus! That's still funny!) and to S. Junior, the woman whom S. supervises. They were loitering around and grousing about something or other.
After a bit of chatting, they, being librarian-y types, were drawn to look over my cart and make comments, such as follow:
S.: Oooooh, "Of Love and Lust". Is that a naughty book? Are you weeding these?
FatD.: No, I'm going to take them to a secluded corner of the library and rub them salaciously.
S. Junior: I wouldn't doubt it.
S.: Oh, look: "The Normal Woman". Hahahahaha! I wonder if I'm mentioned in there.
FatD.: I checked the index. You were rather pointedly not included.
S.: Are you sure? Did you look under my maiden name?
S. Junior: Ha! Look at that! "The Sexual Wilderness"! That's were FatD lives.
S.: Hmmmmm"The Unused Potential of Marriage and Sex". Hahahahahaha!
S. Junior: That's the story of my marriage. Hahaha!
S.: I'm going to use the unused potential of my marriage to pour a new concrete foundation for our garage!
and they wonder why I take such long lunches. Could it be because every woman I work with thinks she's channeling for Katharine Hepburn?
Today, I was trundling along with a booktruck full of books from the HQ call number range (which covers sexology and women's studies, among a few other things) that I'm reviewing for deaccessioning (or "weeding" as we librarians like to say in our secret meetings), and I stopped in the hallway to say, "Hello," to my friend S. (last mentioned in a June entry when her boys had coxsackievirusha! Coxsackievirus! That's still funny!) and to S. Junior, the woman whom S. supervises. They were loitering around and grousing about something or other.
After a bit of chatting, they, being librarian-y types, were drawn to look over my cart and make comments, such as follow:
S.: Oooooh, "Of Love and Lust". Is that a naughty book? Are you weeding these?
FatD.: No, I'm going to take them to a secluded corner of the library and rub them salaciously.
S. Junior: I wouldn't doubt it.
S.: Oh, look: "The Normal Woman". Hahahahaha! I wonder if I'm mentioned in there.
FatD.: I checked the index. You were rather pointedly not included.
S.: Are you sure? Did you look under my maiden name?
S. Junior: Ha! Look at that! "The Sexual Wilderness"! That's were FatD lives.
S.: Hmmmmm"The Unused Potential of Marriage and Sex". Hahahahahaha!
S. Junior: That's the story of my marriage. Hahaha!
S.: I'm going to use the unused potential of my marriage to pour a new concrete foundation for our garage!
and they wonder why I take such long lunches. Could it be because every woman I work with thinks she's channeling for Katharine Hepburn?
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