Disbelief 6.21.99

I can't believe I sat in a room with seventeen Elder Archivists today. I can't believe I got along with all of them. I can't believe I knew the answers to every single question. I can't believe I got a black spot of something on my white shirt right before the interview. I can't believe we all laughed about it.

And.

I can't believe I got the job. That's right, you're reading the blog of the newest Archivist at the Flatiron City Archives. I don't think I've been this optimistic about anything in years. And I don't have to work with that freaky bossthing anymore either. I get the priveledge of working under one of the most senior Elders here.

I can't believe it.

Rebellion And Opportunity - 6.13.2099

So the Bossmoron got on my nerves for the last time this morning.
I am officially declaring a rebellion.
We of the Rebellion shall not stand for being forced to pick up every Pop-Tart wrapper that misses the burn-bin. That is what maintenance is for...
(to be continued)
You just wait Bossmoron, I'll get you!
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On the other hand, I might not have to because...
\One of the Archivists is leaving to go work for some Library of Congress project and his position is available. The job would be working on magazines, not regular magazines though, this is the Real Paper Magazine Archive. This collection doesn't have any of the e-paper, it's not digital, nothing like that, these are old, and there are literally billions of them. Each publication has anywhere from 6 to 52 issues per year and these things were made from the early 1800's through now (Though you have to be fairly wealthy to have a subscription to anything current, with the papers act and all.)
So I applied for that, who knows.
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I still hate my boss.
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Poetry to the World - 6.6.2099

Twice now I've been late for the lift. There's this one that comes right at 7:52 and If I have to wait for the next one I'm late for work. So what I guess I'm saying is that twice now I've been late for work. Heh, that gets a feller in a pinch o' trouble it does. But work's a whole matter I'd rather not mention so I'm not quite sure why I brought it up in the first place. What really matters to me is Thomas. Dylan Thomas that is. A booming monotonous voice that'll scare the life into Yeats better than any other I've ever heard. And I guess this is where it gets confusing as I switch back into talking about work. You see, I work at the one place I thought I could love. Yup, the library. Not just any library though, no, this is the Archives at Flatiron City, and the collection here rivals the famed Alexandria in importance.

Thanks to Project Gutenberg all the books ever printed have been digitized and you can come in, sit down and take a look at anything, anything. But the digitized world lacks something and when they decided to do a library here in Flatiron, they decided to do it right. There are books here, millions, and I'm not exaggerating, millions, literally. So I figured I could dig a place like this to work at. I hate the job, the money sucks, there are no benefits to speak of, and I HATE my boss. Did i mention that I HATE my boss? So yeah, I like to come in and get all the general crap out of the way then go find a cushy chair deep in the stacks. This is where Dylan Thomas comes in. I grab a volume of the Thomas Collection to read along, pull out my iPod, and let it roll.