it was a random *library call that started about one thing. then morphed into "you wanna know why i've been having such a bad day?" kind of thing *Edit to clarify
TMW you realize working with the public provides one with an infinite variety of experience. Periodically museum visitors include Creation Science proponents who want to talk about the earth being 6,000 years old. I firmly say, "I'm not going to discuss that with you," and change the subject. If they persist, I answering every statement with commentary on the significance of Micky Mouse to modern diesel mechanics until they give up and find another place to be. (We have a little more leeway at this museum than you have at a legal library, thank goodness.) Once I politely turned down a random telephone salesman who wanted me to buy lightbulbs. (This was back in the days before I started hanging up as soon as I recognized a sales pitch.) He went on a rant and accused me of being a racist who just didn't want to buy his product because he was black. It was a phone call... Right now a local special abilities organization for adults is visiting the museum. One gentleman is walking around the museum indulging in one of the most fascinating soliloquys I've ever heard: greeting the animals, making up bits of freeform poetry, just thinking out loud as he circles around the first floor. "Hello, lynx. Do you talk? No, lynx don't talk. Do they listen? Do you hear me, lynx?" Now he's talking about Care Bears, a species we are sadly lacking in.
Jeez, screw bars/restaurants. I had over half a million drunk visitors last year, but it sounds like libraries and museums get all the crazies!
Most of those traveling off-wall in the museum, if you will, are generally interesting in their own ways. Drunks are just- drunk. You can keep all half-million of yours.
That "oh FFS not AGAIN" moment when you take a look at the scene plan for the next chapter and realise that a) it's unusable and b) you're going to have to redesign it almost from the ground up.
Of course, you know that when someone says "I'm not prejudiced, but..." they are. They just don't want to admit it. Yes, I've had moments like this. But you know, you can always tweak your original outline to accommodate this. Why would your scene plan for the next chapter be unusuable, hirundine? Now I'm curious.
Main reasons are that it was planned before I wrote the previous three chapters and doesn't take into account some significant developments (because I didn't know about those developments until I wrote the chapters, since I had to tweak the plans for those chapters as well), and I planned it as if the A plot and the B plot were equally dominant (because I thought they were), when actually the B plot needs to fit around the A plot. Oh the joys of writing a story when each chapter is also an individual short story.
Yup, I know that feeling too. The last story I wrote was double-POV, and it caused me enormous difficulties. I think I had to re-write one chapter 6 times before I was satisfied with it. But hey, if it was easy, everyone could do it. Good luck with the re-write!
TMW someone has tagged one of your bathrooms with this bit of diagnostic wisdom: "The streets are like two nuns kissing." And then you spend the next, I don't know, three hours and counting wondering what the hell that could possibly mean. The streets are forbidden? The streets are like a 1980s Italian porn? I could get into the latter.
A toilet where i used to work had the graffito "here I sit and contemplate should I shit or masturbate" After looking at that most days for the best part of five years the day I left i took a sharpie and added the rebuttal "Best to shit I would proffer sad to say no one likes a tosser" That was about seven years ago, i went back the other day for a meeting and the toilet still hasn't been repainted and both verses are still there
The streets arelike two nuns kissing, they made him hard... ie being on the streets made him tough and also looking at two nuns kissing makes his dick stiff its from a rap track originally but the line was two 'N words' kissing
The only graffiti that ever made me laugh was above a urinal somewhere. It ran: "He either seeks for fame too much or his desserts are small who puts his talents to the touch above the urinal." (And it was carefully signed, too).
that moment when the weather forecast is rain ..... so you dont bike to work. clear skies. All day. This week, it calls for rain at the end of the week (Thursday-friday) So i bike to work today.... rains. (yes i have a rain jacket packed on my bike trunk, but still..... who wants to go to work drenched?)
Me! But I have a shower and changes of clothes in my office (a regular, converted house), so I guess that doesn't count.
Sorry to hear that, J. T. I hope your workplace had heating, so you could dry off. It'd be nice if we could control the weather. We might some day. We all need a "some day". *shrug*
No weather control for me, thanks. With my luck, the controllers would want 85 degree sunshine year round and I'm a cool weather person who likes rain. That morning moment when you wake up after finishing a massive rush editing project and the new day stretches before you like an open road into the countryside. Nobody better ask me to do a damn thing I don't want to do today.
Sorry to reply to one of your old posts, Homer. I just thought I'd point out that there are crazies everywhere. Sure, lots of drunks are also crazies, but not necessarily. Some drunks are quiet drunks that go from vertical to horizontal. Libraries and museums get lots of crazies too. There's the classic "Do you have that book that I read once, I really liked it, it was blue" that can quickly become crazy. In museums -- well, it depends on the museum, but when I was in school, we once went to a planetarium, and one of the parents who were there as chaperones insisted that astronomy was rubbish, because he was a Pisces, and astrology was all that matters. Of course, if the museum has dinosaur skeletons, you can get a Bible-thumper that insists that dinosaurs are fake because they're not mentioned in the Bible. Nothing is non-controversial. I've worked in accounting for nearly 17 years, and I've had my fair share of crazies (mostly on the phone, but still). Some of the worst, along with my answers, included ... - "Why is my bill so high!??! RAAAA!!!" (This is the commonest one; usually it's because they hadn't paid for a couple of months) - "Why is my bill so low?!?! Last month it was more!!!" (Um ... because last month, we gave you more services? Why are you so mad?) - "Why are you asking me to pay my bill? I sent you cash in the mail!" (No comment. I wanted to say "Then you're either a moron or a liar", but you can't say that) - When I worked in a hospital, I had to call a patient's next-of-kin, to advise a bill was overdue. Her response? "How do you know my name?! How do you know my number?! You're SPYING ON ME!!! You're stalking me!!! I'm going to take you to the International Court of Human Rights!!!" *click* (I don't know what medication she's on, but she needs more of it) - Again, in the hospital. I pick up a call, and a woman is yelling "What are you f***ers doing with my medication?!?!?!" I tried to explain that she called the accounts department, but she yelled "LIAR!!!" for about 5 minutes ... and then said "Wait. Isn't this the pharmacy?" Sigh. Next! - In a later job, we emailed some overdue invoices to a client. His response was to abuse us (his kindest terms for us were "peons" and "minions"), and accuse us of spamming him. We tried to help him ... for about a year ... and then threaten to sue us. At this point, my colleagues and I turned it over to a manager ... and we never dealt with this client again. Good riddance to bad rubbish. - During the lockdown, I was working from home, and I had to take a toilet break ... and the phone rang. Obviously I couldn't answer, so I called the person back ASAP. His response? An immediate scream of "Where the hell were you???" I said I simply went to get a glass of water. His reply was another scream: "That's not good enough!!!" followed by a tirade about how I should be available to help him 24/7. Yeah, OK. Never mind that I only work office hours, you know ... Monday to Friday, 8:30 to 5 ... ... but sure, I must be either chained to my desk, or rush out of the loo any time the phone rings, 'cos Mr Busy-Britches over here might need to scream at someone. And he's obviously so busy, he has the time to scream at an accounts clerk. To be fair, most of the time my job is pretty standard. But when I get one of these calls...? FML. *headdesk*
TMW you fractured your molar and didnt even know about it until your dental appointment that took 3.5 hours (i honestly thought it was just a cavity all this time. yes. i had discomfort, but i bought sensodyne toothpaste and just didnt eat anything too sweet or too hard on that side)
TMW you're sourcing new bar stools and send out feelers to all your vendors/retailers requesting "stool samples" in the email subjects. This was phrased very deliberately on my part. I think maybe one out of eight people got the joke, though the others may not have been willing to acknowledge it. We don't have enough humor in business. Everyone is sooooo serious.
My husband, who was a hospital carpenter before retirement, made tiny wooden three-legged stools, but them in specimen bottles, and left them on appropriate desks throughout the hospital.
