Referencing Away

Spent the afternoon moving reference books from one shelf to another, all the while thinking, I'd better damn well get an A for this.

See, long ago and far away, I was told I had to do field experience and volunteer this semester for 6 hours.

Yes.

That was in September.

By now, it is very nearly December and SOMEONE (remaining nameless) has really royally screwed herself and is scrambling to get this done.

Su-bloody-prise. Who would have thunk that I, after 20 years of schooling and 7 of those spent getting degrees until I'm hotter than a volcano, you would think procrastination would have faded away by now.

Oh, and you'd be dead, DEAD wrong.

I, in desperation, begged the head of the library downstairs to help me out. She referred me to the reference department.

Glory be! I am saved!

I did three hours today, figuring that I can go in early tomorrow and do the last three, take the signed form up to the scanner, scan that puppy into the system, throw the thing on an e-mail, and send it off to oblivion.

Ta and dah and three more assignments to go.

I have just taken a bath to ease the ache in my muscles (reference books get exponentially heavier as you lift more of them. Did NOT know this.) and I'm curled up in bed with coconut incense burning, a bowl of popcorn at my side, and wrapped in as much warm as I could get my hands on. The warmer I stay, the better I'll feel tomorrow, and the more willing I will be to move books for three more hours.

That and a painkiller. Excuse me.

That's better. This is really lovely popcorn.

I'm going to rest a bit and then do some more stuff for tomorrow. Hopefully I can get most of my stuff done by tomorrow night (crossing fingers.)

Then I can take Thursday and Friday OFF! And Saturday and Sunday OFF! And finally, finally, FINALLY get to watch "To The Ends of the Earth," which has gotten delayed for about the last three weeks because of homework. Not this weekend, no, no, no. I'm going to see Ben Cumberbatch throw that woman out of his cabin after he shags her senseless if it KILLS me.

(Not wishing I was her. Not wishing I was her.)

I'm going to go find out if my mum is home, so ta,

Bec