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Saw Ms. Blessed and Highly Favoured today. I was this close to responding, "I'm cursed and basely despised!" when she asked "How are you?", but instead she asked, "How was your Thanksgiving?" Then I was tempted to say, "We spent it in a GAY BAR!", but, again, something restrained me. Call it cowardice, call it a sense of propriety.

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I am happy with our most recent student hire. I was lucky to get her and I'm confident she's a better choice than the dork I fired. I am happy with our most recent student hire.

I need to keep repeating this lest I blow little slip ups out of proportion. Monday, I told her to fetch some materials from the Africana collection. I told her exactly where the collection was. She traipsed all over the building for an hour, came back almost empty-handed, and asked, "Wait, did you say all of these books were in Africana?"

Yesterday, I sent her to fetch materials from another department. Today, there was a question about them (entirely unrelated to her work), so I spoke with the head of that department. She recalled how confused she had been when my student came for the books since she represented herself as being from Reference.

I let that sink in: She's been in my employ for two months and she does not know the name of the department she works for.

They say God protects fools and freshmen. I don't see how they make it through otherwise