So last post I wrote a little about my job and the kinds of strange things I deal with. Perhaps 99% of it is everyday collectibles... but it's that 1% that I live for. There are some changes in the works, but as always, things are.... just.... strange. Sometimes my workplace is like a slightly alternate dimension that exists at right angles to logic. There are rumors about that we may soon be entering the 21st century. There are plans for a website, selling on Ebay, and even an electronic newsletter. I'm even supposed to have a (shared) office.
So, this office is one of those strange things I was mentioning. Don't think I'm complaining, mind.... but the door is kept locked, and I haven't been issued a key. Also, it's supposed to be a secured room to hold valuables, but it...doesn't actually... -how do I say this?- have a ceiling. Just a 10'x10' constructed room in a huge warehouse space, with the warehouse ceiling 30' above. Apparently if they put on a ceiling they'd have to run sprinklers and heat into the room, and that was too much work or expense or something.
On the good side, I'm a little more pleased than I should be that I now have a blacklight to use at work. I don't have anything else that I asked for- I expect my written requests have been filed in the circular file- but I have a blacklight. It's so I can tell what's uranium glass (aka vaseline glass) and what isn't. Turn off the lights, play it over the glass, and the good stuff glows green. It's like a magic trick. I could be amused for weeks on that alone.
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