Gotta Get Out of This Place

I have to get a new job. I really don't want to spend time troubleshooting the printer, and bailing out people who discovered after the clients had arrived that there was no paper for the easels in the classroom. Nor taking the grief from JVP, who seems to think I personally am at fault for the scanning service's mediocre images, or RJP, who wants to know why I can't spend a couple hours making photocopies for him when I'm nearly half-time on the Reception desk.

I need a job where I can be a full-time librarian, not left to dabble in keeping up the library while I'm everybody's secretary.

Gloves

Where does one buy long gloves these days? Anywhere other than a bridal shop? I just ran headlong into a very polite social expectation that "well, if your gown has short sleeves, wear long gloves, but short gloves are OK if your gown has long sleeves." Eeek. I might have a pair of opera-length gloves in my Nana's things. Or not.

(Followup: Silly me, why didn't I think to just plug in Operagloves.com !)

What the heck?

There's something in the leftover pasta water on the stove.

I think it's (was) a mouse.