I'm so lazy.
Oct. 23rd, 2005 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terrieI've been on fall break. It runs this past Thursday through today. I have yet to touch my homework. Bad, bad me. I guess I know what I'm doing tonight. So what have I been doing? Well, we just got DSL. I am in love. I can download things, and it doesn't take so long that I find myself wandering off to take a shower, or make dinner or something. I've been using this new found speed to... go through the entire archives of Unshelved.
For those who are unfamilar with it, Unshelved is a comic strip about Dewey, a young adult/reference librarian at a public library. It's all true, let me tell you. Well, okay, maybe not ALL true, but the core of it is the truth.
For those who are unaware I currently work as a work-study employee at my school library. I love working there. I do the boring stuff, but I still love it. But the problem patrons? Well, I guess if not for them, I wouldn't have any stories about work. Some highlights:
*The girl who couldn't figure out how I got a call number from the catalog. Don't they teach you that stuff in, like, third grade?
*The schizophrenic homeless guy who was a lawyer before he became schizophrenic and homeless. Supposedly, he's an alum. Actually knows what he wants, but no one can understand him, as he both mumbles and rambles like you wouldn't believe. Harmless, but confusing.
*The guy who got pissed when he couldn't make the copiers work. Rather than ask for help, he stormed out. I think he was trying to use one of the copiers that was down.
None of things really bother me. It's all part of the job. The only thing that drives me nuts are people who bring drinks into the library. We get people who insist that because their coffee has a lid, they should be allowed to bring it in. Sorry, no. Unless it's a closed squeeze bottle or screw on cap, it doesn't come into my library. And even then, don't open it.
For those who are unfamilar with it, Unshelved is a comic strip about Dewey, a young adult/reference librarian at a public library. It's all true, let me tell you. Well, okay, maybe not ALL true, but the core of it is the truth.
For those who are unaware I currently work as a work-study employee at my school library. I love working there. I do the boring stuff, but I still love it. But the problem patrons? Well, I guess if not for them, I wouldn't have any stories about work. Some highlights:
*The girl who couldn't figure out how I got a call number from the catalog. Don't they teach you that stuff in, like, third grade?
*The schizophrenic homeless guy who was a lawyer before he became schizophrenic and homeless. Supposedly, he's an alum. Actually knows what he wants, but no one can understand him, as he both mumbles and rambles like you wouldn't believe. Harmless, but confusing.
*The guy who got pissed when he couldn't make the copiers work. Rather than ask for help, he stormed out. I think he was trying to use one of the copiers that was down.
None of things really bother me. It's all part of the job. The only thing that drives me nuts are people who bring drinks into the library. We get people who insist that because their coffee has a lid, they should be allowed to bring it in. Sorry, no. Unless it's a closed squeeze bottle or screw on cap, it doesn't come into my library. And even then, don't open it.
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Date: 2005-10-23 06:24 pm (UTC)