Perspective helps but perhaps it's time to start spiking the tea?
Hooray for photos! Never have I seen such a space that cries out so loudly for bookshelves and handy-persons, though. Yow. Graduate English. With no shelves. That's akin to Scots with no kilts. Or something.
Oh, I must say, that is downright FRIGHTENING. I'm calling the department of um, let me see...Hello, social worker? I have photographic evidence of books, lying in piles without proper support or nourishment. For MONTHS...sigh, yes, I'll HOLD.
This is why we KNIT, no?
Lighting a Candle for you now at the shrine of Miracles.....
Who is the patron saint of Bookshelves, anyway?
Anne, surely you know where the blame lies. It's the person who decided to call campus buildings the "physical plant". Aside from sounding like a fern on steroids, you simply can't get any work out of the employees once known as janitors or electricians once they become physical plant engineers.
Dunno about the patron saint of bookshelves, but a shout out to St. Rita Casca (patron saint of the impossible) or St. Jude (hopeless causes) might be in order. (I figure if you ask both of 'em you're pretty much covered. Whatever happens. Unless something might explode, in which case I'd add in St. Barbara).
Either spike the tea or make it heavy-duty post-catastrophe style--brewed long enough that the tea can dissove the spoon, and with industrial amounts of sugar.
Good luck!
Did they bring in some swinging tax on bookshelves whilst you were away that nobody has been able to bring themselves to tell you about; a bit like the window tax here many moons ago when suddenly morter was the thing to be into my dear.
Could it be that it is not the shelves but the particular shape of space they create that is the problem, maybe your fixers and movers are members of the ceiling to floor association where shelves expect books to defy gravity.
As you, mere mortal, just blithely accept that shelves need to support books, facing you with the REAL truth is being done in stages, first space and emptiness, second days of stubbed toes and pulled hair whilst searching boxes and thirdly redmption through the gospel of bookcase delivered as writ by the all seeing physical plant.
Just watch out for those tenticles gal.
An organized neat office is the sign of a messy mind.
I think the new professors this year should have to go AT LEAST 6 months without desks, just like those of us who were new last year did. It's only fair.
Ah. Lovely. But no picture of the grad office, which may have more furniture than the rest of the department combined. In fact, there's so much furniture one can hardly get in the door. Heaven help anyone trying to navigate in a wheelchair.
But even we have only one measly little bookshelf.
But we have many, many desks.
Have I thanked you recently for the lovely assistantship that permits me to stay at home and away from that mess?
Can I still show up on some Fridays for Creating Textiles and tea?
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