Monday, August 23, 2004

Work, Work, Work

Just being at work sometimes can be very fustration. Now, out of the blue, the administration wants to enforce a dress policy. Mind you, it's more like a back-handed type of thing, sent through e-mail, with no type of substance to it. I wonder, sometimes about admin, and theiur last moment memos.

I got bombarded by professors who want items on reserve. At this rate I cannot scan and answer questions like I need to. It sucks when your dept. is all about service, and I'm currently the only one processing.

Song of The the Day: "Love Like This" by Faith Evans. It was the last song I heard today while processing reserve items.

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