Toilet humor

Right now I'm sitting at the reference desk, not even two hours through a four-hour night shift. So I figure I'll write an entry for this thing. It'll kill some time, perhaps.

Earlier, I went into the public bathroom on the 1st floor, not wanting to waste my energy going to the locked staff bathroom downstairs. (Incidentally, I can never bring myself to call it a "restroom." Isn't "bathroom" euphemism enough?)

Not that the staff bathroom is an executive washroom with golden fixtures, but the public ones tend to be a little more lived in, shall we say. I walked in, and the fluorescent lights were flickering. I had a major flashback.

It's a little weird to work in the same place I went to college, let alone the same place in which I had my campus job.

'Scuse me, had to take a break from writing this to demonstrate my wild incompetence to a student doing her senior project on something I have no idea about. I have a hard enough time doing research for myself; how am I to be expected to do it for anyone else? Jesus God.

Back to the blog. I had a major flashback of working nights as a student. Sitting at the reserve desk with my homework, bored to tears. Bolting out at 10 (or whenever) to join the fun, only to find that my friends are nowhere to be found and/or busy with work themselves. College is supposed to be fun, guys. You're not supposed to do work. Mm.

It's that cold empty feeling I get in this place at night that brings back the student memories. Maybe it's the windows. It's pitch black outside, so the windows have turned into mirrors. This contributes to the cold empty atmosphere, but at least when I'm walking down the stacks I can look to my left and check myself out. I say, "DAY-amn," I say.

Cold and empty describes so much of the college experience. Or my college experience. So how is it that I look back on it all with such nostalgia? Fucking selective memory.

In closing, from National Geographic:

Kinda wish I knew what happened next.