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My mixer shorted out this week, and as I was making myself blueberry torte for Thanksgiving (and turkey cutlets and green bean casserole, but dessert is really the only thing that matters) I went to Crate & Barrel on 59th St and bought a new one.

In between the 59th St station and Crate & Barrel is Bloomingdales and two blocks of retail stores, all choked with after work Christmas crowds.  I thought I was going to kill people, and by the time I got home there was no way in hell I was going to make the torte that night; I got up and made it in the morning instead, and I decided I was going to do as much of my Christmas shopping online as possible this year.  Since I spent Thanksgiving alone in my apartment (cue teeny tiny violin music), I started mine yesterday while sitting on my bed eating the aforementioned torte.  And it feels awesome to not only have to fight through the crowds but to have it shipped straight to my parents’ house so I don’t have to worry about it.

My boss/sort of boss/the other librarian (it’s…complicated) has just taken ANOTHER week of unpaid leave.  She’s been gone an entire month now.

Why do I get the feeling that she’s quitting and that I’m going to be stuck doing all the admin shit that I hate doing? One of the reasons I really wanted this job (a minor one, but still) is that it was pure research and I didn’t have to, like, negotiate with vendors and do the accounting.  I HATE that.

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You have got to be fucking kidding me.  “Pioneers in spirit, they dress the part, strolling in prairie skirts and toting their infants in slings. Others tend bar at the local saloons wearing jeans and bright kerchiefs.”  It’s BROOKLYN, not the Oregon Trail.

My tolerance level for ironic hipsters continues to sink.

Except instead of Dennis the Menace, I have an entire group of screaming kids in my parking lot.  It’s 7:30, don’t these people have homework anymore?

And here I thought that by living in an apartment complex there would be less shrieking children.  Silly me.