~~I really need a handicap height toilet at home. And yes, I use the handicap stall at work and just about everywhere when it's available because, you know, bad knees? When the knees are acting up, lowering myself to a standard height toilet is not only comical but also extremely difficult and painful.
~~People my age are not inclined to feel any empathy or sympathy for 30-somethings with bad knees. My friends think I'm exaggerating just how painful and difficult it can be to walk--much less take the stairs--when my knees are acting up. For instance, I took the elevator when they were headed to the stairs and one of them remarked, "Okay, I'll be lazy with you." Didja not just hear me say my knees were being vile to me today? That's not being "lazy" that's taking care of myself.
~~It is apparently physically impossible for grown college students to clean up after themselves as evidenced by the abundance of toilet paper strewn about on the restroom floor. Seriously, unless you're TPing the rest room (which you shouldn't be!) if you tear off more than you need, there's this thing called a trashcan that sits handily beside the toilet. It's designed to hold excess toilet paper, paper towels and other garbage. Use it!
~~I hate dealing with serials. In case you didn't know, "serials" in the world of libraries are any publications other than journals/periodicals that are published in a series. They are complicated beasts and make me feel very stabby, as The Bloggess would say.
~~I need a couple of extra hands/arms to deal with all the books that like to complicate my life by falling when I'm trying to reshelve their shelf-mates. Books can be such buttfaces. (Is it just me, or is the term "buttfaces" even funnier in writing? haha)
~~It's finally time for me to drag my non-cooperative knees home so that I can struggle to sit on my normal-height toilet.
Remind me to tell you tomorrow about my frustrations with committees, exhibits and Brasso. Oh, and other friendly offences.
Oh, and BTW...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TRIXIE! Hope the snow storm goes whichever way you want it too. Hugs!