Silly Achievements
Happy Phantom writes, "Sometimes - by planning or happy accident - you achieve something with which you are quite pleased, but which makes little or no difference to the rest of the world.
"This morning, I woke up and spontaneously farted the opening three notes from The Frog Chorus."
What did YOU do?
( , Thu 16 Oct 2014, 16:04)
Happy Phantom writes, "Sometimes - by planning or happy accident - you achieve something with which you are quite pleased, but which makes little or no difference to the rest of the world.
"This morning, I woke up and spontaneously farted the opening three notes from The Frog Chorus."
What did YOU do?
( , Thu 16 Oct 2014, 16:04)
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Menial manual labour…
One of my very first jobs was as a librarian at the University of Cambridge. On my first day I was very excited; I couldn’t wait to immerse myself in the culture and architecture of these wonderful buildings where so much knowledge was being housed. As I reported to my supervisor he informed me that as there are several libraries at the university, I would be told each morning what library I was to report to. The thought of such variety spurred my excitement even more, and I couldn’t wait to hear more details about the role. What section would I work? What literary masterpieces was I going to come into contact with?
Unfortunately, the answer I received was not exactly what I was expecting. I was ordered to go to the History library canteen where a large delivery of polos had just been delivered. Because they were heavy, they didn’t want to bother the old lady who worked in the canteen, so I was to hump the fucking things through the (admittedly beautiful and ornate) library archway and drop them off for the old cow to dispense to the tax dodging student wankers.
I was stunned by this. I had so much more to offer than just being a fucking forklift with a cardigan! I briefly wondered if it was a joke, and asked him to clarify exactly what he wanted me to do. He ‘tutted’, pointed to the History library and said: ‘I’ll spell it out for you, you thick cunt. Seeley. Arch. Heave mints!’ Blame Captain Placid.
( , Fri 17 Oct 2014, 11:29, 7 replies)
One of my very first jobs was as a librarian at the University of Cambridge. On my first day I was very excited; I couldn’t wait to immerse myself in the culture and architecture of these wonderful buildings where so much knowledge was being housed. As I reported to my supervisor he informed me that as there are several libraries at the university, I would be told each morning what library I was to report to. The thought of such variety spurred my excitement even more, and I couldn’t wait to hear more details about the role. What section would I work? What literary masterpieces was I going to come into contact with?
Unfortunately, the answer I received was not exactly what I was expecting. I was ordered to go to the History library canteen where a large delivery of polos had just been delivered. Because they were heavy, they didn’t want to bother the old lady who worked in the canteen, so I was to hump the fucking things through the (admittedly beautiful and ornate) library archway and drop them off for the old cow to dispense to the tax dodging student wankers.
I was stunned by this. I had so much more to offer than just being a fucking forklift with a cardigan! I briefly wondered if it was a joke, and asked him to clarify exactly what he wanted me to do. He ‘tutted’, pointed to the History library and said: ‘I’ll spell it out for you, you thick cunt. Seeley. Arch. Heave mints!’ Blame Captain Placid.
( , Fri 17 Oct 2014, 11:29, 7 replies)
Yep, I know it's shit but Captain Placid beat me to 'Scilly'...
www.hist.cam.ac.uk/seeley-library
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www.hist.cam.ac.uk/seeley-library
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