I, as a relatively smart person, didn't really start getting irony until somewhere near the age of 20. I distinctly remember sitting in my AP Lit class in high school and saying something to the tune of "irony and satire just always go right over my head" aloud.

So, what makes people think that little girls would catch on to the supposed irony of this?

Thank God finals are almost over here. The library will shortly go back to a tidy, quiet place. I am very excited for this.

Also, while I'm thanking mysterious forces of the universe, glory be to whatever caused the plumbing on the second floor of this building to break. As a result, any staff members from the second floor who need to use a bathroom or drinking fountain are forced to go to a different floor.
And a certain staff member of a certain hippie persuasion (...sigh...) has decided that the third floor will be his choice for building facilities. And he came over and had an entire conversation with me yesterday, for the first time ever. Call me a twelve year old girl, but it's these little things that get me through the day.

You know... maybe it took me so long to understand the concept of irony because when I actually was a twelve year old girl, Alanis Morrisette completely misguided me with her song "Ironic". There are some very poor examples of irony given in that song. It's more of a song made up of instances of really bad luck. I'm just saying - if there are 10,000 spoons when all I need is a knife, that's just outrageous and damn frustrating, but not ironic.

Hey, at least I have that song stuck in my head now.

Yesterday at my weekly meeting with my boss, she told me that I have more potential than I know and that not only could I one day end up being her boss, but that she would happily report to me.

Naturally, the only response I could come up with was a nervous giggle. Accepting compliments is not a skill of mine. It was wonderful to hear that, though. Left me hovering 4-6" above the ground, because my boss is an enormously smart woman that I really look up to.

Although, I can't help but cling to that sliver of insecurity (it's deeply embedded, I think, too deeply to ever be plucked out) that assures me that any minute now my boss and everyone else will look at me and in one crystallizing second realize that I don't know what I'm doing. That I'm still unqualified for this job and still very young.

But that moment hasn't happened yet (I hope), so if I can continue to dupe them for a couple more months I will be in the clear. Sunny California is looking more and more like my future home each day.