The secret is out

... that I shopped at The Gap. Just kidding! Even if I had shopped at The Gap, do you think in a million years that I would ever admit it? No, the secret that is out is that either one of my resourceful co-workers has discovered my blog, that one of the tech guys has checked up on my internet history to see the job ads I'm looking through at work, or there is something about the way I've been walking in the last couple weeks that has made someone here think that I'll be leaving soon. I suppose that you could call me paranoid, but I think I have a pretty good argument on this one - although I have not told anyone here that I want to leave this summer, in the last week I have had one of the librarians send me a job ad for a children's librarian position at another library, because he "thought I'd be interested", and then two days later had a woman from Circ tell me about a job opening in reference at a local college. Which of course is very nice of them, apart from the fact that they know my dirty little secret. And that they think I would actually want to stay in this province, when I actually want to go to a different country! Which is why, and because I will be looking for jobs over the next few months, I have decided to go underground, nudge nudge wink wink say no more, and make this blog private, as soon as I figure out how to do that. Never fear, my faithful readers will still be able to access it, just not the rest of the world. It can be our own little club, and what happens on the swearing librarian blog stays on the swearing librarian blog.

But onto things unrelated to my paranoia ... first the fun Christmas fondue I went to where I had some great food, a little too much wine, was entranced by the chocolate fountain, and was totally amused when one of the women almost set the house on fire. She was lighting the meat fondue and the oil/ flame somehow got out of control, sent up a blue/orange flamey cloud of smoke, and everyone set to work smothering the flames, while knocking over all the sauces, some wine, burning one woman's glasses and creating a huge hole in her tablecloth. Luckily she had the forethought to put an extra tablecloth underneath, which just so happened to have a flame-proof covering, or else her beautiful oak table would have been destroyed as well. A little freaky, but also the highlight of the night.

Another great moment from last week was when my friend told me that the guy from the library who I used to like (but do not anymore, if you will recall) has developed quite the reputation as a flake around the city. He's known as quite the little self-promoter, but is known to never follow up with people or call them back. But the thing that cracks me up about this guy, and was probably what made me like him in the first place (and everyone else not like him) is that he is so incredibly unorganized, but that he gets away with it. He has no set schedule at all here and just shows up for an hour or two, sometimes late at night, and even though he's the coordinator of this special project at the library and another guy (who is much older and wiser) is just the artistic director for the play part of it, he totally never seems to know what he is doing. Although my favourite story so far is from a month ago or so, when he made enemies with the wrong person - our library accountant. Apparently he sent her this long email about how he didn't want to fill in a time sheet or be paid in 2 week installments, but rather just get paid $10,000 a couple times a year, and I don't think he was even joking. Needless to say, she really doesn't like him and the two ignore each other all the time now. Darling, make enemies with whomever you want, but don't do it with the lady who pays you! Dumbass.