You know that old arcade game where you whack one mole on the head, banging it back into its hole, and then three more pop up?

That’s what work has been like for the last few months — except you don’t get handed a club when you enter the cubicle farm, and the game doesn’t stop when your quarter runs out.

Annie Reid often takes over on Fridays, but she’s on blog vacation for the rest of August. So you’re stuck with me, and I’m busy fending off burrowing, leaping rodents. I hope to be back later today. Meanwhile, I’ve posted some recent email from angry librarians.


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