We have a regular patron at the library who once had an audible conversation with herself in which she asserted that her mother is the Queen of England. The patron is a middle-aged black woman.
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We had a library patron in Berkeley who told us (repeatedly) that he was Lord Mountbatten's grandson. We started asking who his mother was.
I would have a hard time reacting to that first thing in the morning.
Eeeeeeee my phone says my sword has been delivered. I think I will need to run home on my lunch break to see it.
We really couldn't react, beyond confused faces. Fortunately, she has not been back.
So in my paranoia I had pretty much given up on the Kansas City job, because my contact told me on Monday she'd get back to me in an hour to let me know if they were going to give me an offer and I hadn't gotten an answer to that question.
Until now. She called me to let me know they're going to give me an offer soon. I'm supposed to start on 9/18 so I have 2 1/2 weeks to find an apartment and move. Which I think is doable.
I'm mostly in a state of shock. I'd been depressed these last few days when I thought I wouldn't get the job--I figured they offered it to someone else and they were waiting for that person to accept before telling me I didn't get it.
Congrats!
tommyrot, that's excellent! Hooray!
Congrats, tommyrot!
Yay tommyrot!