Why Movies Should Not be Allowed in Our House

Conversation upon discovering that our copy of Stigmata has an alternate ending:

Historical K: In the first one did the priest and the chick end up doing it at the end?
Bad Vegan: It was really vague. They were in the park with the birds and then he found the scroll-thing.
Sunny: But he wasn't a priest in the scroll scene, right? No collar.
HK: Maybe in the alternate ending there's hot priest sex!
S: But he wasn't a priest anymore...
HK: Hot priest sex!

- We watch the ending. Girl dies. -

BV: Well, I guess that means no hot priest sex.
S: Unless he's into necrophilia.
BV: Hot priest necrophilia!
HK: Wait. She died? But she was with the birds... no hot priest sex?
BV: No, HK. No hot priest sex. I'm sorry.

Meanwhile At the Office

So living with two people isn't that terribly different than living with one, I have discovered. Well, I mean, logically there is greater finagling over the bathroom. :) But, other than that, we cohabitate pretty darn well, I do believe. I suppose it helps that we all have insane schedules and aren't even home all that much.

I started cross-training in the Reference office today, which mostly consisted of me trying to figure things out without asking too many questions of my lame boss. I mean lame in the literal sense - he got himself kneecapped by a drunk in May and just returned to work a few weeks ago. I try not to impose upon the hobbling guy too much, but he did have to show me around the back of the Circulation area to where the Reference department hides the reserved section that I have to update periodically. It's only been one day and I've already discovered more to the library than I ever knew existed! I thought I was pretty conversant with all the levels and hidden staircases, but there are office sections that I never suspected of existing before. I think it's kind of cool, that the working parts of the library are so well-hidden that you never get the impression you're in a very peculiar sort of office building.

If you couldn't tell by my blabbing, I love the Reference job so much more than the EIC desk. I actually do things! Things that don't involve telling people for the millionth time how to print or where the Library classrooms are located. I wish I could completely transfer, but for now I'm stuck working both posts. Maybe I will grow as tired of the office, though, after I've worked there awhile. It could, I suppose, simply be the new experience, but I actually enjoyed the sorting and wandering amuck and filing, so I don't believe my opinion will alter.

If it does, please do me the favor of not mentioning this post. Who am I kidding? I'll probably mention it myself and laugh at my naivete. "You silly girl, how little you knew then, of the wide ways of the world, of the flight and fall of human emotions!"

Um, wow. Maybe I should get some sleep.

Invasion

I didn't really intend to post again so soon, but I just realised that my home is being invaded about this time. All summer, it's just been me and the Bad Vegan (pseudonyms are fun!), which has worked out pretty well. I work all morning, she works all night, and I love solitude. We get to chat in the afternoon, but then I have the whole lovely evening to waltz about the house singing crazy-loud and whatever I want.

Now comes the Historical K.

It's not so much the threat of lacking solitude, although I would be lying if I said that did not worry me, so much as the little things that might change. The Bad Vegan assures me that she is compulsively neat, which is a definite plus, and I am fond of her. But! It's the silly things that worry me. What if she's in the kitchen on Sunday mornings and I can't bake bread? What if she does her laundry on Sunday afternoons, too? The Bad Vegan has come to (at least) tolerate my singing and dancing and old movies, but what if I freak the Historical K out?

I know I'm being ridiculous. We have talked before and we outnumber the Bad Vegan in liking chocolate by the barrel, baking at all times of the day, and romantic comedies in overdoses. I like her and she will be great to live with.

I just want to write in the early evening at the kitchen table.