I have a big head and little arms...

So, I realized that although I seem to feel free to post willy-nilly about jobs and bosses I've had in the past, I don't mention my current job in this blog. And I'm not going to go into many details here, but I will tell you that I work at Canaday Library and that I am currently there. Working. Yes, the time stamp is right. It's 7:21 a.m. I've been here since 6:00 a.m. No, I don't usually get up this early, but I needed money and since hours are extended this week and beyond so that the library is open 24 hours a day, they were available. So, here I sit. Sipping contraband Diet Dr. Pepper and blogging because really, no one needs anything at 7 a.m. on a Thursday.

I think I told you this because I feel the need to make it up to M after accidentally outing her blog comment in class, so I'm going to share the single most embarrassing thing I've ever done at a job. I was shelving here at the library, and my arms were so full of books that I had very limited mobility. In my mind, this related directly to the T-rex (yes, the dinosaurs) and I was thinking about how their arms are so short. In the spirit of the T-rex (and because I thought I was alone, since my headphones were blocking out other noises) I began to make vaguely T-rex-like arm gestures, still carrying all of the books. I got so amused that I did a little T-rex dance and let out a (very small) T-rex growl. Then I happened to glance up in the middle of my awesome dinosaur groove to see some guy staring at me like I was crazy. Because let's face it, I was clutching a bunch of books growling and waving my forearms around while awkwardly shuffling around (dancing is not my forte). Thankfully that guy has since graduated (or decided never to return to Bryn Mawr, land of weird growling dancing library workers), so I am not forced to relive my embarrassment. Much.

Look at that sexy dance.