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zeborahIt turned out that my application didn't get through after all. After talking/emailing with four HR people, attempting to follow several links which gave me new and improved error messages, and finally filling out a just-for-me version of the application which missed out a bunch of questions (a known glitch, apparently) it seems I have now successfully applied for the job.
I have no idea how many other awesome people have also applied for it so if you don't hear me wibbling about an interview just assume I'm remaining in my current job. Which is, for the record, an excellent job.
Part of my excellent job today involved finally being allowed to go up and move books en masse. This isn't putting them back where they ought to be -- actually it's currently moving them off the correct shelves onto new super-duper-reinforced shelves, so that said correct shelves can themselves get super-duper reinforcing and the books can be moved back. If this sounds intolerably frustrating, bear in mind that over the Christmas holidays all the books in our collection were moved anywhere between two and five times each, so we're kind of used to it, although admittedly there was a lot less ceiling plaster mixed in with them that time.
The utter chaos of things up there provides a great deal of comic relief (especially when one of my colleagues thought she might - having googled the bookcover - be able to be able to spot a report among the hundreds of piles stacked neatly, two-deep, the builders having helpfully sorted them by size, along every wall of the relevant floor. Hahahaha no) which is a vital prophylactic against despair.
I now have a bandaid on my thumb from scraping it forcibly against a shelf, but I got a shelf-putting-together guy to bang on one that wasn't quite in, thus cleverly avoiding a repeat of the Best Bruise in the World incident.
Plus and also, moving hundreds of books appears to be an excellent remedy for the case of GRR RAGE I had all weekend.
I'm now going to see how my "all those ingredients seemed a good idea at the time" crockpot concoction has turned out.
I have no idea how many other awesome people have also applied for it so if you don't hear me wibbling about an interview just assume I'm remaining in my current job. Which is, for the record, an excellent job.
Part of my excellent job today involved finally being allowed to go up and move books en masse. This isn't putting them back where they ought to be -- actually it's currently moving them off the correct shelves onto new super-duper-reinforced shelves, so that said correct shelves can themselves get super-duper reinforcing and the books can be moved back. If this sounds intolerably frustrating, bear in mind that over the Christmas holidays all the books in our collection were moved anywhere between two and five times each, so we're kind of used to it, although admittedly there was a lot less ceiling plaster mixed in with them that time.
The utter chaos of things up there provides a great deal of comic relief (especially when one of my colleagues thought she might - having googled the bookcover - be able to be able to spot a report among the hundreds of piles stacked neatly, two-deep, the builders having helpfully sorted them by size, along every wall of the relevant floor. Hahahaha no) which is a vital prophylactic against despair.
I now have a bandaid on my thumb from scraping it forcibly against a shelf, but I got a shelf-putting-together guy to bang on one that wasn't quite in, thus cleverly avoiding a repeat of the Best Bruise in the World incident.
Plus and also, moving hundreds of books appears to be an excellent remedy for the case of GRR RAGE I had all weekend.
I'm now going to see how my "all those ingredients seemed a good idea at the time" crockpot concoction has turned out.
