because the rest of my life is so uneventful.

Seriously, today really really sucked.  Not only because I got to schedule my second D&C this year, and then was left completely unable to control the streaming tears produced when my manager left a cup of flowers on my desk, but also because a co-worker who’s been getting scarier and scarier kind of turned a corner yesterday and started threatening us all with grandiose revenge and retaliation-for-perceived-slights plans.

He’s been sort of whacked for a while, but hey, he’s Russian (apologies to any Russian readers, but if you really are Russian, you probably know what I mean), he’s got a thing for the glory days of the KGB, and – most telling – he’s a male librarian, ferchrissakes, and even other librarians don’t expect normalcy from that combination.  Plus he’s been getting progressively wonkier for a couple of weeks, enough so that he finally scared the manager.  And then he flipped this morning, started claiming that “tomorrow you’ll all see how he really is.  tomorrow he’ll have his day”.  Which is bad, in that I think we’re all half-expecting to be under attack tomorrow, but good in that internal security is coming to “remove him permanently” tomorrow.

(I don’t think that means they’re going to cap him, but hey, it is NY.)

The boy offered to come in with me, but since he’s shaped like a bean pole, I told him he’d be a crap shield, (kidding!) and instead he should just keep his cell phone with him all day in case I start texting him frantic “CALL 911!” messages from under my desk. (serious.)

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’d much rather be thinking about postal-variety-crazy co-worker scenarios than what happens on Friday morning, and how sick is that?  (The windows are barred, so I can’t leap dramatically from the window, breaking an ankle, but able to hobble to safety, but I’m thinking that a barricade of library carts & maybe the safe would be a good way to blockade the office if we hear gunfire.  I’m also thinking that I’m going to be staying out of the office (only one exit) as much as possible, and finding lots of reasons to be working in the Romanian language section (all the hell the way across the library and sort of hidden from the front desk).  That Romanian section totally needs to be weeded.  A lot.  Really.  Like all damned day long.

Anything for a distraction, da?