Monday, February 09, 2009

Sit UBU, Sit. Good dog.

Is the title of this post too obscure of a pop culture reference? Even for me? Oh well. Just pretend that it makes sense.

My job, sometimes, is a simple barrage of questions, all the live long day. Questions from library patrons, questions from other staff people, questions from all sides. The current form of library job I have doesn't just have information-type questions, but it also has decision-making type questions. That I have to answer. All day. What should we do about this? How should we handle that? The something-or-other is on the fritz, do something! And I have to answer. Decisions, decisions. Which leads me to have conversations like this, on the phone, at the end of my day, when all my question-answering and decision-making powers have dried up.

Nordic Boy: I'm ordering a pizza. What do you want on it?
Me: ...
Nordic Boy: Hello?
Me: I'm here. Just...
Nordic Boy: They have a special on the Super Margherita pizza.
Me: ...
Nordic Boy: And I'll get a salad too, right?
Me:....
Nordic Boy: Or would you rather get the Tree Hugger pizza?
Me: uh...
Nordic Boy: Hello? Are you there?
Me: Yes...I...that sounds...um...I...
Nordic Boy: Oh, I see where you're at. Never mind. Come home. I got this.
Me: Ok...um...what?
Nordic Boy: Hang up.

With a week that ended like that, I spent my day off, Friday, in my pajamas. All day. I don't think I moved more than two or three times the whole day. I never do that, unless I am sick or something. I watched the entire season 1 of Family Ties (thanks, Netflix Instant Player), a few episodes of Kate and Allie ("just when you think...you're all by yourself...you're not"), and two depressing documentaries. What is more depressing? Heavy documentaries or the fact that I watched Season 1 of Family Ties and topped it off with Kate and Allie? I'll let you decide.

On Saturday, I worked. When I came home from work, my living room was cavernously empty, as Nordic Boy had donated away a bunch of our furniture in preparation of our new couch, which is an event that is so exciting that I can't quite talk about it right now. Then I spent the evening hanging out with BioGirl and Nordic Boy, and almost passing out with tiredness by 11pm. Woo hoo!

Sunday, I woke up early and watched another depressing documentary. This one was "Deliver Us from Evil," which made me cry my eyes out, which was unfortunate as I was having friends over for lunch and so they were met with bleary eyes and sniffles from me. "Hi friends, it's so good to see you....waaaahhhhhh! Oh don't mind me, I'm just an emotional wreck. I always get this way over bagels sandwiches and mini-doughnuts."

Sunday evening I went to bed with visions of the new couch that is to come dancing in my head. Did I mention how exciting this is? So exciting that I slept like ass. That's right. Over a couch.

Usually, Nordic Boy is a very heavy sleeper. His head hits the pillow and he is out. And when he wakes up in the morning, he is awake and fresh. Not me. It takes me a long time to fall asleep, and if I hear the slightest noise, I wake up, and when I wake up in the morning, it is like being ripped from the jaws of death.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up at 3am because Nordic Boy was getting up. He walked out into the living room for a minute, and then came back in.

Me: What are you doing?
Him: I just had to check and see if it's snowing.
Me: Is it?
Him: Yeah.
Me: How did you know that?
Him: I don't know. I guess I heard it.

HE HEARD IT? He heard it. A train can come through our room and he will not hear it, but snowfall? All of a sudden he's got bat ears.

Oh, and also? I AM GETTING A NEW COUCH ON MONDAY.

I'm out,
Librarian Girl

8 comments:

cadiz12 said...

that UBU is a classic, of course people remember it.

i also can sleep through anything, including two earthquakes (that i know of) and last night i bolted out of bed at 3 a.m. to take the wine bottles off the top of the fridge after the shaky fridge parts made them rattle, because while two have fallen off and miraculously not broken, i was terrified another would make the leap and leave our kitchen covered in homebrewed shiraz. it's all about priorities for sound sleepers.

hooray for the new couch!

marty said...

Even I remember UBU! And I am nowhere near the pop culture queen that you are. :) Yay for the couch!

And thanks for your comment on my blog. You rock.

librarianista said...

Does anybody NOT get the UBU reference? I only had 2 channels throughout most of the 80's and I can still hear the exact cadence of that guy's voice.

Let me settle that other question for you right now: the heavy documentaries are more depressing. I want to watch Kate & Allie (Ally?) now! Right now! I loved that show.

aishoka said...

What was that other 80s sign off where the cheery woman said "Night Mr. [something]" and the man answered with a grumble?
I like the company that has the two skinny cartoon people saying "That's some bad hat, Harry"--but the best is the Whedon version: "Grrr Argh"

Mandi said...

I spent my entire (pre-Internet) childhood wondering what the hell UBU stood for and what it had to do with a dog. I thought I'd put it all behind me, but I guess not. Must. Google. Now.

Mandi said...

P.S. Google results: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/UBU_Productions

Wilma said...

aishoka - "Good night, Mr. Walters". Ending credits of Taxi.

KatieC said...

Are we all forgetting the real thing is: Sit UBU, sit. Good dog. ARF!

UBU barks! He really WAS a good dog.