The perils of early mornings

I am not a morning person. I am good at one thing before 9 am--sleep. So it sucks that I'm expected to be in the office before the students arrive at 8:30.

Yesterday a student said to me, "Being a librarian must be such a peaceful job." I refrained from rolling my eyes, and told him that, while it's a great job, it's anything but peaceful. I have, in fact, never read a book while at work (with the possible exception of sneaking off to "shelf read" and instead perusing the Bombshell Manual of Style at TCPL). I'm not sure he believed me though, so now every time I see him, I act super business-like.

Which brings me back to the early morning thing. When I'm trying to be business-like but I'm not fully awake, I end up looking somewhat lobotomized, rather than merely sleepy. I think I avoided actually drooling this morning when he asked me whether we subscribed to a certain journal, but I don't think he'll be coming to me with any complicated questions in the future.

I've been trying to write a haiku about turkeys (turkies?) but can't get the last line. I'll post it if I ever complete it.

It's 9 am and I have sorted the mail, shelved the first round of newspapers, nearly drooled on a student, checked out books for a course reservation, and started back in with my good friend Ulrich's. Together we're trying to make some sense of the serials collection here. It may not sound like much, but for me, it's a whole lot to do before 9. I need more coffee.