Here I sit bored senseless at my lovely place of work with nothing better to do but observe the blinding idiocy of the public and (apparently) comment upon it.
I am in the employ of a large and shiny library as a bookmine slave, and (although these bits werent listed in the job description) crazy-person wrangler/babysitter and general caterer to the lowest common denomonator.
Call me a traditionalist, but it was always my understanding that libraries were places of learning, of research, and of bettering yourself via a supply of free knowledge in a veriety of mediums.
Not so, apparently. For what we have here is a large room where the knowledge, carefully catologued and filed away is to be stored and allowed to grow dusty whilst the jobless and mentally unstable masses teem in to plunk in front of a computer screen for ten or eleven hours to play computer solitaire and update their myspace pages.
So now MY job reflects that of the man who's job it was in the Roman Empire to toss free bread to the jobless plebs to keep them quelled.
Now I feel nostalgic for Roman times--if this was the height of the empire, education would still be restricted to the gentry, and I'd be rubbing elbows with the families of the Cesears. Plus, I'd look darn smashing in a girl-toga. ;-)