Friday, March 14, 2008

Chicken-man, Chicken-man, Chicken-man hold my hand!

The Collection Assistant, being very excited about decorating the library, not only found a 5 ft picture of a man in red pajamas with white pok-a-dots sporting horns, a mustache and beard, and a pitchfork, but also found a black-face chicken-man in a top hat which she brought to the attention of the Assistan Librarian. As the Assistant Librarian surveyed both pictures she was vaugely attracted to the Chicken-man picture..."There's just something about a Chicken-man that's horribly fascinating" Unfortunately for the Chicken-man, his white eyeballs not only creeped out the Assistant Librarian once in place, but also the Head Librarian. And so the Chicken-man, despite his Indigo Girls musical inspiration went back to the office of the Exhibitions Coordinator. Instead of Chicken-man three smaller and less offensive pictures were hung in the back corner by the computer that may or may not ever be hooked up depending on when, if ever, the electrician decides to ACTUALLY show up.

It was with a sigh the Assistant Librarian looked around her library. While all the pictures except the ones the Exhibition Department were framing for her had been hung, the mythical electrican had not shown up. If she had not seen him that first time drilling a messy hole in the bottom of her desk that even Homer, the Library Mouse, could have made neater she might have thought he was one of those mythical beasts. Yes, the Chimera, the Spinx, the Dragon, and the Electrician. "Perhaps" She thought, "only one can exist at one time?" It had been several months since she had seen her dinosaur and he had disappeared almost with a "poof" without so much as a word and strangly he disappeared about the time the Electrician had popped in. "Hummm...I'll have to ask him where he goes when he isn't here." She thought. "Perhaps he belongs to Brigadoon or Shangra-La? Maybe I should call in Pelinor?" Anyway, it didn't matter no one knew where the mythical electrcian was, what he was doing, or when he was coming back. What a mystery!

With the opening of the museum happinging in less than 30 hours there was much to be done. However, despite the time crunch no one seemed particularly concerned. No one was running around hanging anything, no one was cleaning up their mess, and no one was delivering the labels nor the pictures the Assistant Librarian was promised before Saturday. "It's not like those pictures can hang themselves!" And with the Collection's Assistant gone for the day, the Assistant Librarian was on her own to try and hang stuff straight with the aid of a frighteningly tall ladder in a city and building that shook like a bowl of jelly. There was nothing to be done for it. She could not force the exhibitions department to move any faster than they were and she couldn't actually tell anyone what to do. She could only clean up her own mess and perhaps catalog some books in the museum database, file some archival stuff, and stress. Or she could run up the street to get Peet's coffee like the Cataloger. Perhaps, she could do it all and make the day both produtive and less drearly. If only her mp3 player wasn't out of juice. If only her computer was new enough to have a USB port to recharge it. It was a good thing the Exhibitions Coordinator hadn't realized that the Collection Assistant hadn't returned the borrowed boom box yet. It might be a lonely day, but it wouldn't have to be silent.

1 comment:

Wingal said...

So... um... speechless?