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You know, if the answer to the question "Why do you ask [where the lost and found is]?" is not stunningly obvious to you, perhaps you should consider moving from the field of security, which is clearly too taxing for you, to the rewarding field of, I don't know, being a paperweight.
I'm a bit miffed. On one hand, no one at this university has ever compelled me to be anywhere at the ungodly hour of eight in this morning (I understand there may be classes offered then, but not good ones). On the other hand, when I drag my arse out here to look for my stuff, no one is around to turn it over to me.
If this damned library continues to show me no love (systematically humiliating all the students who enter the library may be an effective way to prevent them committing suicide, I guess, but I think the approach has some serious flaws, myself) I guess I will go back to the fine arts department and see if its lazy denizens have turned up yet.
The moral of this story is, I think, not to leave your stuff lying around wherever you happen to be. Except, if you're likely to remember this, you're probably not the sort of person who leaves your stuff lying around wherever you happen to be, so you will simply go on being smug about it. Nearly my first action upon arriving in New York was to leave my orientation packet on the counter at a Duane Reade, although I have had no spectacular losses.
I wouldn't half mind having the memorandum notebook back, but God only knows where in this library it might be lurking. I definitely need all my notes and syllabi for the semester, but I don't think it terribly likely that the fine arts departmental secretary pinched them.
I'm a bit miffed. On one hand, no one at this university has ever compelled me to be anywhere at the ungodly hour of eight in this morning (I understand there may be classes offered then, but not good ones). On the other hand, when I drag my arse out here to look for my stuff, no one is around to turn it over to me.
If this damned library continues to show me no love (systematically humiliating all the students who enter the library may be an effective way to prevent them committing suicide, I guess, but I think the approach has some serious flaws, myself) I guess I will go back to the fine arts department and see if its lazy denizens have turned up yet.
The moral of this story is, I think, not to leave your stuff lying around wherever you happen to be. Except, if you're likely to remember this, you're probably not the sort of person who leaves your stuff lying around wherever you happen to be, so you will simply go on being smug about it. Nearly my first action upon arriving in New York was to leave my orientation packet on the counter at a Duane Reade, although I have had no spectacular losses.
I wouldn't half mind having the memorandum notebook back, but God only knows where in this library it might be lurking. I definitely need all my notes and syllabi for the semester, but I don't think it terribly likely that the fine arts departmental secretary pinched them.
and from nowhere
Re: and from nowhere
*scampers off to make many more*