I navigated through the maze of one-way streets that are downtown Durham to go to the main library where I was told there there was a veritable cornucopia of grant research materials.
I'm learning very quickly to never take anyone's word for anything in this job.
I never go to the downtown library branch - if I need to get a library book that isn't in the branch closest to my house, I just make a request for it and they notify me when it gets there. True, the branch I go to (if I have to go at all) is small, and tends not to have that many new publications, but seeing as how I read books that I heard about through the grapevine, being new is the least of my worries. It may be less than fully adequate (no wireless internet or anything), but at least it's clean.
*Sigh*. I didn't expect there to be huddled masses standing around the doorway at the main branch. It was like a fucking bus depot. Ever been to a Greyhound station...more specifically, on the outside of one? I can think of numerous occasions where I put my dumb ass on a bus to somewhere and during a layover (is that a term that can be applied to bus travel?) made the mistake of venturing outside to find food. Huddled masses. That has been the case at almost every metropolitan bus station I've been through.
That's a roundabout way of saying that I expected the library to have more resources than what's available using an unsophisticated Google search, and I wasted all that fucking gas driving around in circles (the library is .7 miles from where I work) to get onto the one-way streets it's accessible on to find one damned grant directory from 1994. 19-freakin'-94. All that to be stared at by angry homeless people.
BAH!
Posted by Tiffany at August 8, 2006 07:45 AM | TrackBack