"Cos your X is equal to my Y but equations pass me by"
74 Comments Published by H on 17 September 2009 at 11:36 AM.
So, long time, no blog. It appears that the life of a student was more conducive to obsessively blogging about the state of pop music and upon graduation, life interrupted somewhat. In the intervening time, much has changed and much has remained the same. Inevitably older and wiser and quite a lot geekier (evolutionary biology has become a recent obsession), I am also almost in possession of some postnominals. Yes, dear readers, I have succumbed to the career choice which was so obviously staring me in the face all this time, I am (barring failure of my dissertation), a qualified librarian.
Goodness knows why it took me so long to realise it (after all, I'd only been working in libraries for about four years before I had my epiphany) but once I did, the heavens opened and the angels and St Dewey were gazing down upon me. (As you might be able to tell, I'm not one of those librarians who is actively fighting the stereotype. Belle & Sebastian, tea and cardigans, there are some things that you just cannot fight in my experience.)
I refer to myself as a librarian but let me pose a philosophical question to you: is a librarian really a librarian without a job? This morning I received a letter from The Daily Mail turning me down for a job. The Guardian reader in me is obviously thrilled, despite the fact that The Daily Mail is responsible for my favourite news article of recent times. (Seriously, every line is this article is a JOY to behold. Where to start? The somewhat eccentric capitalisation of "SWEET" in the first sentance? Mr Simpkins' assertion that the lime is the gentleman in the coupling? Or the distress of poor Mrs Simpkins whose frayed nerves could only be soothed by reclining on some car park tarmac?) So, whilst my moral compass and general principles are quite happy not to be swallowed up by the beast of Middle England, my unemployed ego cannot help but be a little bruised from a rejection from The Daily Mail.
It seems that today is turning out to be one of those days in which the past comes drifting up in front of you. My Facebook status regarding MailGate has attracted a raft of comments from people that I've lost touch with or don't know very well. I've dusted off my copy of Ghosts after reading this interview with Siobhan Donaghy. And finally, I find myself here again. And to think that the day isn't over yet, what else could come back to haunt us? We can but hope that this retrograde in my life does not extend to something like Menswe@r reforming.
Goodness knows why it took me so long to realise it (after all, I'd only been working in libraries for about four years before I had my epiphany) but once I did, the heavens opened and the angels and St Dewey were gazing down upon me. (As you might be able to tell, I'm not one of those librarians who is actively fighting the stereotype. Belle & Sebastian, tea and cardigans, there are some things that you just cannot fight in my experience.)
I refer to myself as a librarian but let me pose a philosophical question to you: is a librarian really a librarian without a job? This morning I received a letter from The Daily Mail turning me down for a job. The Guardian reader in me is obviously thrilled, despite the fact that The Daily Mail is responsible for my favourite news article of recent times. (Seriously, every line is this article is a JOY to behold. Where to start? The somewhat eccentric capitalisation of "SWEET" in the first sentance? Mr Simpkins' assertion that the lime is the gentleman in the coupling? Or the distress of poor Mrs Simpkins whose frayed nerves could only be soothed by reclining on some car park tarmac?) So, whilst my moral compass and general principles are quite happy not to be swallowed up by the beast of Middle England, my unemployed ego cannot help but be a little bruised from a rejection from The Daily Mail.
It seems that today is turning out to be one of those days in which the past comes drifting up in front of you. My Facebook status regarding MailGate has attracted a raft of comments from people that I've lost touch with or don't know very well. I've dusted off my copy of Ghosts after reading this interview with Siobhan Donaghy. And finally, I find myself here again. And to think that the day isn't over yet, what else could come back to haunt us? We can but hope that this retrograde in my life does not extend to something like Menswe@r reforming.
