So, by the way, in case you hadn’t noticed, tomorrow is Christmas Eve.
Also, by the way, in case you hadn’t noticed, a lot of places are closed tomorrow and Wednesday.
I mention this only because it completely crept up on me and I had banked on this entire week to get some work done in order to appease the research panic I’m currently working through. I knew I needed access to a bunch of things but was pretty casual about when I actually got that access. Except next week I’ll be going to New York to spend some time with my family because apparently Christmas doesn’t happen on Christmas if you’re a member of my family and you thereby need to celebrate it on viable days when archives happen to be open instead of closed.
So that whole week that I thought I had is instead three days. Unless I was smart and got a bunch of archive stuff done today, Monday, before it closed. And by “a bunch” I mean I need to page through about thirty years’ worth of material to analyze a couple patterns I’m tracking. I also needed to pick up a few ILL books that had arrived. Which basically meant that, unless I got my cute behind to the library today, I was going to be caught in a grinding halt for the entirety of Christmas (you know, whatever time I found in those two days to eke work out). I time-manage best when I have piles of work I can do, even if I don’t necessarily have the time to get through them.
Sure. I thought, No problem. Archive day Monday then I’ll be good to go for the break. No. Big. Deal.
A couple observations:
If a publication is a monthly publication, thirty years is a lot of material to look through. Like… a lot. Like… an impossible amount. For one day at least.
Campus is really deserted today. Like… ghost town. Kinda creepy deserted. I have an entire floor of the library to myself.
Which leads me to believe that if I do stay after closing today (five PM because the library apparently operates by normal business hours during intersession rather than the “yea we’re open like all the time forever” hours that I’m used to), nobody would really notice my presence down here in bound periodicals. I could spend Christmas happily paging through and doing my research by the light of my laptop.
….anyone feel like delivering a Christmas goose to Tisch Library? If you need me, I’ll be buried under this pile of periodicals.