October 16th, 2020

mood - pooped puppy: angstchic

End of the week as we know it

My reflux has been awful today, but it's all completely my fault. I should know better than drinking a full glass of orange juice for breakfast. Then I had salsa on my lunch. The day has not been pleasant.

We found out today that the new manager at the library will be the children's librarian, L. She's been there the longest and frankly, she's perfectly suited for it because I think she doesn't really like dealing with the public anymore anyway unless they're under five. They're not hiring anybody to replace her. Instead, a lot of her current duties will fall onto the shoulders of the assistant children's librarian, who will likely lose the assistant part of her title. I feel a little bad for her. She already does a ton of stuff. I made sure to let her know that I'm more than happy to do whatever grunt work she wants to pass along.

I got introduced to our interim manager with the statement, "She won't be an aide for long. Frankly, she could do anybody's job in here now if she wanted." Which I thought was a really nice compliment. And maybe not too far off the mark.

Today's question: If it were the only way you could remain with the love of your life, would you be willing for both of you to wake up tomorrow as native speakers of an unfamiliar language, knowing that within a week, you'd permanently forget the language(s) you now speak and largely be cut off from your friends and culture? If so, what new language would you want to speak and why?

What a weird question. I'd do it, of course. I'd do anything to stay with Craig, and this is so easy. And if I get to choose, then I pick Spanish because neither of us speak it, but that wouldn't really cut us off too much because we live in California and most of the people I know speak it. And my family that doesn't? Meh.

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