Cat. & Reference: A day in the life
On Friday, the head of our acquisitions department came by with a special request for me.
"I have a gift book that's going to be a puzzle for you . . . unless, of course, you read Russian," she chuckled.
"No, I do."
"Oh. Well then, here's the book."
"Ah, OK. It's a book about the history of art in Ukraine, but it's not in Russian, it's in Ukrainian."
"Can you still catalog it?"
(I have the sense that one of the other staff members is really intimidated by me, so I've been trying really hard to be nice and friendly to her . . . and then I bust out my reading knowledge of the entire East Slavic language sub-family. I think I just took one step forward and a couple of steps back.)