TCG just scored some girl scout cookies from work!

This morning I came in to work to find a message from one of our part-time librarians. He wants to respond to some personnel issues that I discussed with him . . . in September 2007 and March of 2008.

What the heck?

I'm reading and nodding along with the Alice Waters conversation. We have tried to cut down on packaged food, and I am very much looking forward to the farmer's market opening in the next month or so. It's wonderful to be able to talk to the people that grow the food.

Moving towards a more healthy and sustainable way of producing/preparing/eating food is a good thing. But it doesn't mean that people living below the poverty line, who have to decide between paying rent, buying medicine, and buying groceries can't feel frustrated at someone who advocates buying organic, free-range, locally grown food and/or having your own garden.

I totally agree with this, but last year I was also happy to see that our farmer's market was accepting food stamps to try to encourage people to use them for healthier products.

Our state food subsidy is now allowing people to buy food plants to encourage people to grow more food.

last year I was also happy to see that our farmer's market was accepting food stamps to try to encourage people to use them for healthier products.

Well, that's what I mean when I say "moving towards...is a good thing." That's a great idea.

It's just that, until we reach a point where the system is changed enough that everyone of every income level can afford organic, locally grown food, I can't fault someone for saying it's unrealistic for them.

It's just that, until we reach a point where the system is changed enough that everyone of every income level can afford organic, locally grown food, I can't fault someone for saying it's unrealistic for them.

I totally agree with you on that point.

Our state food subsidy is now allowing people to buy food plants to encourage people to grow more food.

This? Awesome. And completely unimaginable a few years ago.

This morning I came in to work to find a message from one of our part-time librarians. He wants to respond to some personnel issues that I discussed with him . . . in September 2007 and March of 2008.

It could be his inbox is over IT's limit, and he's found some things he forgot about as he's been archiving emails.

Not that I've ever done anything like that. (Seriously, I haven't—I run over the inbox size limit after a few months, not a year or more.)

It could be his inbox is over IT's limit, and he's found some things he forgot about as he's been archiving emails.

Oh, I wish it were that easy to explain. But he's responded several times to the students' complaints, both to me and to the Big Boss. He wants to change our minds, and it's just not going to happen.

Things that piss me off - When a parent calls me and wants me to do something that we don't do, I politely explain, give them another option, let them annoy the living shit out of me, and then they call the President's office and say that "they weren't making any headway with [Vortex]" You know, just because we won't give you what you want isn't a reason to claim that I'm not being helpful.

Doesn't that bug, Vortex?

An assistant manager at the bookstore has a new lip piercing, and she was telling me on Saturday how she's finding it fascinating how customers treat her differently. She's a tall, leggy blonde in her early 40s, very traditional looking until now, and she's always found it annoying how customers (specifically, male customers) think they can push her around to get the discount/refund that they want even if it violates store policy. Well, now she's got a ring in her lip, she doesn't get lip (heh) from the problem customers.

Also, she's not getting harrassed by some of the ogling guys either (one was outright disappointed she "ruined her face like that"), but some of the freakier (as in, slimy and disgusting) guys like to glom on to her now and tell her their life stories.

but some of the freakier (as in, slimy and disgusting) guys like to glom on to her now and tell her their life stories.