Textbook Adoption

Discover hitherto unexperienced awful task. New Man at office when I arrive several minutes late. I poke my head into his office to say hello. He glances at his watch. He says, I'm glad you're here. Hands me very long list of books. Am to request books for the courses the New Man is teaching in the fall. Books may be ordered online and feel that this will not be a difficult job at all. Optimisim misplaced. First off, am alarmed by the name that Barnes and Noble has given this process, Textbook Adoption. Before able to fill out form am required to hunt on difficult to use Barns and Noble website to find the ISBN numbers and publishers for books. Search function does not like to search for title and author at the same time, which makes for tedious searching when title is Selected Works. Halfway through the first class list, press the back button. Discover that this has erased everything have inputed. Curse silently. (Must never, ever, wish for company in the office again. Or use word input again. It has an extremely vulgar and yet clinical sound to it.) While filling out forms, mind fixes on object lodged at back of bookcase in the vice-boss's office. Am very upset that Dave's interruption with the dark chocolate and supsequent leaving of the office prevented me from finding out what the object was. Rub eye vigorously, which casues contact to fold itself up into eye. Spend frantic minutes until take self to bathroom. Think that it is not physically possible for the contact to get stuck behind the eyeball but am not positive. Look at eye in mirror and tell self not to panic. Contact slips back into view. Am througouly grossed out. When go back in, New Man still in office. Now mind has attributed powerful magic to hidden object. Sit back down at desk. Look up some more ISBNs Wish that Dave would deliver dark choclate again. Am very disappointed in self for wishing he hadn't visited yesterday. Call Dave. Dave not at the salon or on his cell phone. Try to come to the terms with the fact that he is either tired of me or dead.