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Having learned that former dedicated Walk-O-Rama member Donna had been relocated to the secluded, often thought to be imaginary library branch known to us as MASIC (Mythical Area Serving Imaginary Customers), we determined that we should set off on an adventure to visit her. And that’s just what we did.  Many in our party had never been there before, so we thought this would make for a great working lunch. Regrettably, Ken (AKA the guy who knows where everything is) could not join us today, so the rest of us pieced together all of our fragmented memories and suspicions about where we thought we recalled seeing the trail that would take us there. Today’s walk included a guest observer, so we all felt added pressure to show off our professionalism on this very serious, totally physical fitness related walk. As we shuffled along to find the entrance to this “short cut” through the Ashley Schiff Preserve, we saw signs of spring reminding us to chill out and to stop and smell the…whatever these were.

Everyone knows to stop and smell the roses.  We were not sure what to do to these and so we just stared awkwardly

Everyone knows to stop and smell the roses, but what of these little guys? Unsure, we just stopped and stared awkwardly

After some difficulty, we disregarded this suggestion and went back to walking using both legs

After some difficulty, we decided to disregard this suggestion and went back to walking using both legs

Ann, one of the newest members of the group who had never been on the trail in which we would take, properly pointed out its location before anyone else had seen it.  We considered this to be WOR beginner’s luck.  Surely she too will slowly lose all sense of focus and direction as her time with the state progresses. We have determined that this condition, of which we all suffer, is properly called Stateemployeeitus. We will leave it to Ann, the Head of our Health Science Library, to verify the accuracy of this definitely not made up medical diagnosis.

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Team WOR staggers through the woods without Ken or Maria to guide them

Team WOR staggers through the woods without Ken or Maria to guide them

The path was long and winding, with at least one hill that had to be inconveniently scaled in an upward direction.  If WOR members approach a hill in the woods and no one is there to hear them swear, do they still do it?  YES!

At long last we were nearing the end of the great woods and the threat of a TOUS (ticks of unusual size) attack was quickly fading into the distance.  We had survived. We had reached South Campus!  This revealed challenges of its own, symbolically represented by the lack of the name of the building we sought on the signs – Challenger! We wandered through at least one building that seemed to have all the defining features of the one that houses the library – an overabundance of fridges and freezers lining the halls.  After spotting a Wildling frolicking through the halls (Wildling being the name I have just designated to those who study beyond Main Campus in the south), we decided to cautiously approach her for directions.  She kindly directed us to the building to the right.  Tricky Wildings should not be trusted – that turned out to be the Police Station.

This is nothing - you should see the TOUSs!

This is nothing – you should see the TOUSs!

Typical Wildling attire

Typical Wildling attire

Those less experienced than we might have abandoned the mission and gone back to the office, but we are experts and began to survey our surroundings to find this challenging Challenger building.  To the left we saw the last possible building that could house the library, and as luck would have it, it was there! We walked in and saw our friend Donna smiling happily, likely because she had not had to look at our faces for several days since her move.

The MASIC gate count rose exponentially on the day of our visit. Statisticians will be studying the reason for the spike in activity for years.

The MASIC gate count rose exponentially on the day of our visit. Statisticians will be studying the reason for the spike in activity for years to come.

Like fashion trends, technology seems to cycle around and repeat itself.  MASIC is the Paris of our campus, apparently, with all the old styles coming back in vogue.  The typewriter is all the rage this spring, as is the HP 5m printer. We all hope to get ours before the season is out.

Electronic typewriters are all the rage, I hear.

Electronic typewriters are all the rage, I hear.

And everyone who's anyone has this status symbol in their office.

And everyone who’s anyone has this status symbol in their office.

I just really liked this lunch box

I just really liked this lunch box in a building full of refrigerators

Peggy revealed that she was actually still working by delivering mail to Donna in her interoffice mail tray.  I hope she puts that in her Annual Addendum!

Three cheers for mail calls!

Three cheers for delicious mail calls!

...and beautiful roses from Raquel!

…and beautiful roses from Raquel!

We took a quick tour of the branch before rushing back to work, to thoroughly dispel the myth that this was not an actual library branch.  Not only was it real, it was beautiful, which made us all envy Donna’s good fortune!

Soon to become the most overcrowded place on campus, thanks to our publicity.  You're welcome, Donna ;)

Soon to become the most overcrowded place on campus, thanks to our publicity. You’re welcome, Donna 😉

Don't take our blocks! They serve very important functions, clearly

Don’t take our state issued blocks! They serve very important functions, clearly

On the way back, we had difficulty finding our way back into the woods, so Kristen decided to forge ahead and create a trail of her own.  This was quite possibly the worst idea of the day, which made everyone miss Ken even more.

Everyone hates when Kristen leads

Everyone hates when Kristen leads

But eventually it worked out.  The trail was found and successfully followed, and we all made it out alive, except for Celeste and her friend who have not been heard from since.  If anyone finds her, please tell her to report back to work immediately.

Darn it - we left Celeste! Our bad.

Darn it – we left Celeste! Our bad.

Join us next time as we show more new people new places. Hopefully Ken will be there to make sure things are found properly.

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Only a handful of walkers were available this afternoon, but we were not going to let a lack of participation come between us and the beautiful weather.  We had made up our minds to take full advantage of the sunny day by going on a walking walk, all the way to see Maria, whose library is at least 27 miles away, by our calculation.  The more we thought of it over a span of a good five seconds, the more we began to realize that we should scrap that plan and go grab some burritos.  This felt right in our hearts, which are located in very close proximity to our stomachs.

But there was one walker who refused to come out and play.  Having tried all morning to think of an excuse not to go that could not be disputed by anyone, he was able to weasel his way out of burrito hour.  Though this annoyed some members, it quite please Raquel, who felt that she would not be left behind if the fast walker in the group was not present.  This was indeed the case, and we, the three amigos, were able to walk towards food at a leisurely pace.

However, as the Music Library’s clock advanced minute by agonizing minute, it sent a resounding echo through the vacant branch, and this deserter began to be tormented by his decision.  As the playful yet cruel children’s song had foretold, on this day, with a heigh-ho, the derry-o, the cheese stood alone.  Yes, he sat, like a big chunk of stinky discarded cheese, with no one around to interact with. In a state of panic, he tried to contact his walking peers to find out where they were.  Though they briefly considered falsely admitting to have actually gone to visit Maria in the totally opposite direction, they were honest and revealed their true plans.  Our tardy colleague did not opt to drive, as we all suspected he might, but did in fact walk.  So eager was he to rejoin his party of awesome people, that he double timed it all the way to the restaurant.  It was lucky for him, since we were trying our best to claim all the free complimentary Mexican condiments so that he could have none, save the overflow that had spilled on the counter due to our greed and poor judgement of container size.  Alas, we were not successfully able to hoard all of the delicious salsa and pico de gallo for ourselves, and had no other choice than to leave a small amount for others to enjoy.

How 100% of the population surely feels when they are unable to join Walk-O-Rama

How 100% of the population surely feels when they are unable to join Walk-O-Rama

John rushes to help WOR eat burritos

John rushes to help WOR eat burritos

Not one more speck of pico de gallo could be hoarded in this cup. We know. We tried.

Not one more speck of pico de gallo could be hoarded in this cup. We know. We tried.

After a delightful lunch we headed on back, too full for any of us to even think of walking quickly and advancing beyond the pack.  We missed Ken today when we saw an intriguing hole in the wall that would have made a humorous photo entry had he been willing to crawl into it, as he once did with tires.  I apologize to my readers as it is now merely a picture of a hole in some wall, sans Ken.

We missed you, Ken! At least we found a new secret napping location.

We missed you, Ken! At least we found a new secret napping spot.

We hope you will join us next week when we might consider walking to visit Maria again – and perhaps this time it could happen!

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Team Walk-O-Rama came to the sad realization today that most of their group was either sick, or “sick”, or otherwise unable to attend our weekly outing.  To sooth this bout of depression, we decided to only walk until we felt we could justify eating, which is not that far in our estimation. In fact it would most likely only consist of the short distance to the food truck in front of our building. As we headed out to begin this short walk, we were confronted by Maria, who had walked over a mile to join us on this beautiful afternoon.  Though we were happy to see her smiling face, we could not help but feel a rise in anxiety and an increased longing for our food truck as we now knew that we would not be united with it and its delicious greasy menu options for at least half an hour longer than originally anticipated.

We quickly decided that the best way to resume our plan would be to escort Maria back to her office so she could not further prevent us from realizing our mission – especially today, when free waffle fries were to be had by any customers who uttered the top secret phrase that we had read online.  Scurrying through a gauntlet of fallen trees and a series of scattered branches and leaf piles, we made our way to the MASIC Library to dispose of Maria so she could interfere no more. Don’t get us wrong, we love Maria and all our members, but we love free food too.

Dramatic reenactment of Maria being escorted back to her Library. Our actor options were disappointingly limited.

As we entered the MASIC Library parking lot we were relieved to hear that there was a bus available that could take us back to our origin, but moments later we realized that we would have to race to catch this ride, which sounded like a lot of work.  So we walked, true to our name, for what seemed like an eternity. Having nothing else to do along the way, we counted the number of fallen or near fallen trees (we spotted 78, on just our path alone).

Running sucks.

After three hours or so, by Kristen’s watch, we reached the truck and hungrily decided on our desired lunch choices.  Some people selfishly chose to order the Special of the Day, which seemed only to be labeled special so they could take longer making it.  All others chose the burger, because burgers go best with waffle fries, especially free ones.  To her terror, everyone opted out of using the secret phrase to order the free fries, so Kristen, who was last in line, was left to utter the words herself, not knowing if it was just some online prank or if it was indeed a legitimate offer.  As it turns out, the worker either knew of the free fry deal or was totally confused and decided to kindly give the crazy girl at the counter some extra food.  Both motives were acceptable to Kristen as she feasted on her meal.

Code for free waffle fries. Act now!

Join us next week as we give thanks for food by eating a lot of it at our first Thanksgiving celebration!  Hope to see you there.

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