Ergh. Work done. No brain left.
Jun. 17th, 2006 05:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terrieGod. Most days I love my job. Today? Ws not one of those. First, it does this weird thing where it was "plod, plod, plod, ziiiip." Made it hard to pace myself.
Second, a few too many entitlement-minded patrons. First, a guy who had just graduated wanted to check out a study room. I explained that they are only for current students. He responded by claiming 1) I wasn't serious and 2) even if I was, I'd do it anyway because of reasons A, B and C. His reasons were actually valid and the guy with him was very polite, so he got the room. Burt if he'd been on his own? Forget it!
The other guy wanted me to do a search for journal articles on a certain topic. Okay, it says "circulation" above my desk, not "reference." Even if I was working reference, I am not your paralegal. I'll be happy to help you do the search, but I won't do it for you until you pay my salary.
Could be worse. The woman working reference got a call from her husband. He'd gotten into the car to take the kids to his mom's. Forgot something, so he got out of the car, but failed to put it in park -- it was in drive. The car drove itself into the large freezer in their garage. Kids are okay, but the freezer's dead, along with half a summer's supply of popsicles.
Second, a few too many entitlement-minded patrons. First, a guy who had just graduated wanted to check out a study room. I explained that they are only for current students. He responded by claiming 1) I wasn't serious and 2) even if I was, I'd do it anyway because of reasons A, B and C. His reasons were actually valid and the guy with him was very polite, so he got the room. Burt if he'd been on his own? Forget it!
The other guy wanted me to do a search for journal articles on a certain topic. Okay, it says "circulation" above my desk, not "reference." Even if I was working reference, I am not your paralegal. I'll be happy to help you do the search, but I won't do it for you until you pay my salary.
Could be worse. The woman working reference got a call from her husband. He'd gotten into the car to take the kids to his mom's. Forgot something, so he got out of the car, but failed to put it in park -- it was in drive. The car drove itself into the large freezer in their garage. Kids are okay, but the freezer's dead, along with half a summer's supply of popsicles.
