In which parallel universe?
From Kiplinger.com's 7 Great Careers for 2007:
Librarian. Forget about the image of librarian as mousy bookworm. Today's librarian is a high-tech information sleuth, a master of mining cool databases (well beyond Google) to unearth the desired nuggets. Plus you'll probably have regular hours and good job security. See the American Library Association's Web site or The Librarian's Career Guidebook, by Priscilla Shontz, and Straight from the Stacks: A First-Hand Guide to Careers in Library and Information Science, Laura Townsend Kane.
Yeah, that's it. Encourage even more people to enter this field. There are so many great jobs to go around.
Librarian. Forget about the image of librarian as mousy bookworm. Today's librarian is a high-tech information sleuth, a master of mining cool databases (well beyond Google) to unearth the desired nuggets. Plus you'll probably have regular hours and good job security. See the American Library Association's Web site or The Librarian's Career Guidebook, by Priscilla Shontz, and Straight from the Stacks: A First-Hand Guide to Careers in Library and Information Science, Laura Townsend Kane.
Yeah, that's it. Encourage even more people to enter this field. There are so many great jobs to go around.
posted by Madame Defarge at 4:00 PM
2 Comments:
Catching up...
Hilarious. Maybe librarians are like the Jehovah's Witnesses; there are only 140,000 spots available. Makes you wonder why they go door to door recruiting. =)
I enjoyed the coyote in Quiznos, too. Why does all the coolest stuff happen while I'm out of the state? Do you guys get together and say "shh, not until she leaves"?
I saw that somebody else posted on your site. Are you cheating on me?
You whore...
Speaking of, I'll definitely have to add Gene Wilder's book to my list, if nothing else for the coolest title ever.
The travel plans are progessing nicely. We've got 6 days in Bath, and 1 in London to kick off the trip. Originally I had wanted to just relax and drive around the countryside, but in typical me fashion, I have now crammed each day full of the coolest freaking sites I can find within a 3 hour driving radius. I've determined I need more time. Mike is using the opportunity to look into GPS for the rental car (which he hestitantingly commits to purchasing). It could come in handy, though, as I've got us driving and hiking through the cotswolds, visiting ancient henges, checking out Oxford, hitting up Stratford upon Avon, looking for King Arthur's grave, and visiting an estate where Pride and Prejudice was filmed. Poor Mike, every day is going to be longer than the day before. I've even talked him into driving down to Wales, to the capitol city of Cardiff, just so I can check out a Doctor Who exhibit. I want to have my picture taken with a Dalek and obsess on David Tennant, my latest muse.
I've found I work more effectively when I have an obsession. Right now, it's him. (If you haven't yet seen Doctor Who, I highly recommend it. It's a SciFi show about a 945 year old Time Lord, but with a drama story line. The head writer, Russel T. Davies, is amazing. They really have some of the best story lines I've seen in television ever (if you can get past some cheezy alien creatures, but it's still fun). And David Tennant is freaking gorgeous. Sigh.)
We went skiing last Thursday. I wanted to get a picture of me on top of the mountain in Lake Tahoe, since I was cheated out of one last year when the lift was shut down for lightning. I'd only been three times before, and have never been any good. I ran a few green runs (the easiest) earlier, and by 2, my legs were killing me and I was exhausted. But Mike talked me into to going up to the top to try to go down some blue runs and see the beautiful view (10,000 feet elevation). Well, we got up there at 3, and I got about 1,000 feet down and started to cry because I was so tired, and it was getting too steep for me. I actually took off my skis and just lay down in the snow. I may have threatened something about a divorce in my state of panic. The lifts stopped running, and I started freaking out thinking I'd be left there to die. Finally, some very nice ski patrol men came down. One just looked at me, laughed, and said, "how about we get you a nice snowmobile?" I fell in love all over again. So I got to be whisked down the mountainside at 40 miles an hour, and was deposited next to the snack shop. I never thought I'd have to be rescued by ski patrol before. I'm already planning my next trip back. Oh, I also managed to get a nasty sunburn in the process. No one told me that you could get a crispy face from skiing, but apparently the snow is the ultimate reflector. I'm in the disgusting stages of peeling right now.
We went to Lauri's parents house for Easter Sunday for their annual dinner and crocquet contest. The croquet was fun, but it unnerved me how her mom called her mother "mother."
We're working on To Kill a Mockingbird now for the juniors. Haven't read it since 8th grade, and I'm loving it. I never throw anything out because I think I might be able to use it for a lesson plan. Case in point: I went through my old middle school English folder and found the Maycomb County Gazette that we made for Mrs. Kawp's(sp?) class. It brought back memories...
I loved putting together that Maycomb newspaper. I bet there's still a copy in my old desk at home. Seems like we did a similar one for Greek mythology too...
Not to worry; you're still the only person who reads my rambling. The other comment was some kind of spam and was summarily deleted. I looked the blog up on Technorati the other day and discovered that some sicko Italian linked to my post about Severance and how long it takes for you to die after being beheaded. Couldn't tell you much of what he said about it, since the babelfish translation was less than adequate, though.
Your itinerary sounds awesome. Take copious notes; since I'm living vicariously through you, I need a full report.
Post a Comment
<< Home