See, the thing is that I have been to Calgary a billion times. Living in Lethbridge, it was the closest city with good shows and half decent record stores.
Hell, I even lived here 1996-1997. I was trying to make something out of myself (i.e. I wanted to be a rock star. Don’t laugh.) and I ended up scurrying back to Lethbridge when I felt insecure about things.
Here I am, and I am basically alone the entire week, sitting in my shitty (shitty) office, with no windows and with nobody around. Ultra-depressing. Perhaps it is the Statistics exam I just cannot convince myself to care about? Or maybe the fact that I am not here on the weekends, so I have missed all the important bonding that goes on between grad cohorts? Or perhaps it is because everything I care about is two hours (light years) away?
Either way, I am out of sorts today.
I went to check some books out of the UofC library, I managed to severely annoy no less than three librarians:
Q: “Can I get course reserves here, Mr. Bearded Librarian man?”
A: “No, they are through those doors” (severely annoyed at me).
Move to the course reserves area:
Q: “Hi ‘classic’ Librarian lady, I need to take a book out of course reserves.”
A: (severely annoyed) “Book or article?”
(even more annoyed) “They are on. the. shelves. behind. you.” (walks away)
Find the book I was looking for (plus another I wasn’t, bonus)
Q: “Excuse me again, sorry to bother you mam, how long can I take these out for?”
“They were on the shelf behind you. What does the sign say? The sign says “Three. Day. Course. Reserves. (walks away).”
I go to the checkout area again (same bearded guy, severe need of a bath and a trim), who checks my books out, and says to me”This one has a CD in it. You need to pass the CD through to the guy sitting in the cubicle by the exit”
I go over to the exit, and this guy, whose job it is to a) pass books through to the other side of the sensors and b) act passive aggressively towards students. I start taking the CD out, as per instruction, and this guy looks at me like I just pulled my wang out in church. He says to me:
“What do you think you are doing? Just pass the whole book to me” (and I swear, I heard under his breath “Gaaawwwd”).
Welcome to Calgary. Bitches.