I just started doing my dramatic interpretation of Samuel Beckett's 1969 play Breath, when I realized I was sitting publicly at the reference desk. I'm not afraid of looking silly or unprofessional, but I don't think my boss would appreciate complaints about "the creepy chick who works Sunday nights."
At least I got a breath and a half in before I aborted my performance piece.
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When I run into performance pieces, it always leaves me with a good story to tell my friends.
What else are you going to do to liven that place up? Maybe shake up the bible thumpers with a Karen Finley piece...hahaha
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