Feeling neglected, dear reader? Please accept my apologies and a brief summary of my life for the last 24 hours.
Last night I was at an alumni networking event that only reminded me how much I suck at networking. So, feeling self-conscious and lame, I bailed at an early opportunity.
On my way home, I stopped in a recently remodeled branch of the CCPL. I browsed a bit and picked out a few things to check out. Then I realized that I couldn't find a standard checkout desk. Instead, there are all these self-service checkouts — individual workstations lined up near the door, with staffers prowling around them and waiting for someone to dare to use one.
When I did, my card wouldn't scan right, and a staffer swooped in and took over, doing the entire check-out process herself. So, why bother having "self-service" if the staff will come do it anyways?
Once at home, I had the nagging feeling that I was supposed to be working on something, but I couldn't place what. So, I watched ER and fell asleep soon after.
I woke up at 6:58 and made the fatal decision to hit the snooze bar. I'm sure you can imagine the next scene: Panic! at the Pillow when I roll over at 8:06 and squint at the clock. Urk! Third time this month!
Then at lunchtime I remembered what I was supposed to be doing: updating a Web site. Not this Web site, but since I can't access the other one until I get home, this will have to do.
In other news . . .
I have sucked it up and taken another step on the path to joining the twenty-first century: I got a cell phone. First a blog, now a cell. What next? (No, really: suggestions welcome.)