With a small apologies to Karida, who hates Fergie, for today's lyrics. I don't totally apologize. Just kinda small for inflicting Fergie upon you, Karida. But really, I can quote who I want to. So I don't totally apologize.
Is it totally lame that I've been carrying the letter (see post from two days ago if you don't know) around with me and occasionally pulling it out to reread it and I still haven't even read past the first part of the first line of the first sentence of the first paragraph where it says, "CONGRATULATIONS!
"? And I still don't believe I passed and I know I didn't say much about it but really if I failed all y'all would hate me forever more and you'd realize what a total loser I am although you probably already know that already don't you? So anyway the deal is that you have to have a certain amount of experience to qualify to take the exam and then you have to pass five 100 question multiple choice exmas and then you can take the sixth essay exam and then you get the letters after your name. The ones that I told Crazy Lady about and her first reaction was, "Good. Now you can quit your job." Huh? "Now you can be a real librarian." Umm. This exam was not a librarian exam. I am a librarian by way of my having a master's degree. I've had said master's for more than ten years now. I just choose to work in the
twisted totally meant for oddballs really weird
fascinating world of records management that I know everyone out there wishes they were part of.
Back to the fancy letters. Does it mean I know any more? No. I probably know less. Does it mean people who haqve those fancy letters are all brilliant? Huh. Well. Remember Napoleon
? (Go on. Read it. I'll wait.) Yep. He has 'em. So do some other people who. Well. Better not say.
But. For some reason, even though I started taking this as a lark, it came to mean something to me. And I still can't believe I passed.
I'm going to take my letter out again and reread it.