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EW that should die die die (and not the German word for "the").
She (a regular) waddles in, talking loud on her cell phone, because she has to share her life. Because her life is that interresting and everyone should be in awe of it. She walks in with her mother (daughter obviously doesn't know that she can take a bath after fucking for cigerette money...no, not that she is smelly, just too old looking for her age) and tells the guard that he has to go with her because "I don't know his name." Yes, WTF indeed. I figured maybe she was harrassed by a patron or needed help identifying someone who works here. It's none of those reasons, though.
She's not only a EW, but an attention whore.
I go to her and ask her to lower her voice (as she talks about how her phone doesn't work with a bluetooth, in the tone of voice that suggests her Constitutional Rights are being violated). She ignores me. I go back to my desk, and guess what, yes she comes to the desk with her mom, and she's still on the phone. I ask her mom if I can help her and the EW says, "My mom needs to log into a computer." I was going to point out that she can use the computers on the other side, this is just for world language use, when EW says, "My mom is handicapped, we get to use these computers." I tell her "You just have to tell me she is handicapped. Also, it's not the rule that these are handicapped terminals, it's a courtesy we give people who are handicapped to use these terminals."
I tell the EW to come around to my computer and the mom comes over. The EW is yapping on the phone ("I said 'mom'. Are you my mom? Then why did you think I was talking to you?") and I tell the mom she can sit at a terminal, I just needed her daughter to come over.
So the mom sits, and the EW is still standing around, on th phone, digging in her purse for her card. She asks her mom if she (EW) put her (EW) card in her wallet and mom says yes.
So EW says, "I can't find my card, I just have to dig out one of my other computer cards." UGh, I hate people with mulitple cards because they will stay at the library all day long, keeping other people from using the computers for research.
So she gives me a card and says, "the password is the first name." When we give cards out, we dont' type names on it, but there is a place to sign the name. The name on the card is "Fast Eddy". I asked, "Is it "fast"?" and she says, "no, it's Eddy." I log her on the computer and I'm planning to delete the number latter on.
So now the EW is on the phone, at a computer, telling her ass friend that "did you use mom's zip code? What's the zip code," and now "I'm really frustrated and getting angry because I can't get into mom's email at all. I give up, you just have to do it another time. Right, it won't let me do it! Mom, we just have to do something else. Ok, I'm going to try this again." Of course, loud enough so everyone in the area can hear. Because besides being an entitlement whore, and an attention whore, she's a drama whore (I would call her a drama queen but she's not as interresting as Antony Armstrong-Jones, Earl of Snowdon or Truman Capote).
Unfortunately she hasn't waddled out.
Anyway, I had to deal with her before and she's always loud and sharing her life with everyone as she speaks on the phone. She's also impatient, so when she asks for help finding stuff, and it takes us time to find it, she starts bitching. also, the entitlement isn't just her wanting to sit places where she really doesn't need to sit (like there are computers available, but she has to sit down and she bugs us until someone who is sitting down leaves) but if we gave her a free copy she will expect us to always give her free copies.
I might add more soon.
She (a regular) waddles in, talking loud on her cell phone, because she has to share her life. Because her life is that interresting and everyone should be in awe of it. She walks in with her mother (daughter obviously doesn't know that she can take a bath after fucking for cigerette money...no, not that she is smelly, just too old looking for her age) and tells the guard that he has to go with her because "I don't know his name." Yes, WTF indeed. I figured maybe she was harrassed by a patron or needed help identifying someone who works here. It's none of those reasons, though.
She's not only a EW, but an attention whore.
I go to her and ask her to lower her voice (as she talks about how her phone doesn't work with a bluetooth, in the tone of voice that suggests her Constitutional Rights are being violated). She ignores me. I go back to my desk, and guess what, yes she comes to the desk with her mom, and she's still on the phone. I ask her mom if I can help her and the EW says, "My mom needs to log into a computer." I was going to point out that she can use the computers on the other side, this is just for world language use, when EW says, "My mom is handicapped, we get to use these computers." I tell her "You just have to tell me she is handicapped. Also, it's not the rule that these are handicapped terminals, it's a courtesy we give people who are handicapped to use these terminals."
I tell the EW to come around to my computer and the mom comes over. The EW is yapping on the phone ("I said 'mom'. Are you my mom? Then why did you think I was talking to you?") and I tell the mom she can sit at a terminal, I just needed her daughter to come over.
So the mom sits, and the EW is still standing around, on th phone, digging in her purse for her card. She asks her mom if she (EW) put her (EW) card in her wallet and mom says yes.
So EW says, "I can't find my card, I just have to dig out one of my other computer cards." UGh, I hate people with mulitple cards because they will stay at the library all day long, keeping other people from using the computers for research.
So she gives me a card and says, "the password is the first name." When we give cards out, we dont' type names on it, but there is a place to sign the name. The name on the card is "Fast Eddy". I asked, "Is it "fast"?" and she says, "no, it's Eddy." I log her on the computer and I'm planning to delete the number latter on.
So now the EW is on the phone, at a computer, telling her ass friend that "did you use mom's zip code? What's the zip code," and now "I'm really frustrated and getting angry because I can't get into mom's email at all. I give up, you just have to do it another time. Right, it won't let me do it! Mom, we just have to do something else. Ok, I'm going to try this again." Of course, loud enough so everyone in the area can hear. Because besides being an entitlement whore, and an attention whore, she's a drama whore (I would call her a drama queen but she's not as interresting as Antony Armstrong-Jones, Earl of Snowdon or Truman Capote).
Unfortunately she hasn't waddled out.
Anyway, I had to deal with her before and she's always loud and sharing her life with everyone as she speaks on the phone. She's also impatient, so when she asks for help finding stuff, and it takes us time to find it, she starts bitching. also, the entitlement isn't just her wanting to sit places where she really doesn't need to sit (like there are computers available, but she has to sit down and she bugs us until someone who is sitting down leaves) but if we gave her a free copy she will expect us to always give her free copies.
I might add more soon.
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