I was at a conference over the weekend and between sessions stopped at the University library of the DePaul campus to ask the reference librarian to look up mass times for that day. In short, the experience was horrendous as far as my classes have taught me and I was busy analyzing ever detail in my head when I was caught off-guard in one of those, “hey-we-never-really-talked-in-college-but-I guess-we-should-make-small-talk-now-cause-it-would-be-rude-to-ignore-each-other” moments.
“How is library school?”
“Good.” I really don’t like this question. It never leads anywhere. Do you REALLY want to know or are we just having a conversation?
Awkward pause. Everyone is looking at me.
“Well, I can tell you that I just asked the reference librarian here a question and she was completely incompetent. I can say that with authority because I KNOW.”
Awkward pause. Everyone is looking at me. I’ve said to much. I immediately regret my plan to try to tell you something about library school. And. I’m a bitch.
I am. so. awkward.