cast of char.
me:
sc:
ow: old woman
fbd: facebook dude
om: old man
so sc comes up to me to request microfilm of old newspapers, which we keep in storage. He need nine diff. dates. I have to fill a form electronically and I tell him it will take 10-20 min., and when it came from storage I will give it to him.
While I'm filling the form for each date, ow and fbd comes up.
Me: (to old woman) do you have a quick question?
ow: I need to print, where is the printer
me: (points) each print is $.15, but you have to pay a $1 for a printcard.
ow: print card? I think I'll just write down the information.
fdb: does anyone here know how to delete photos in facebook.
me: not right now.
fbd: well, arn't there any librarians here who can do it?
me: let me finish helping this gentleman here and I will go help you.
fbd: I'm on computer 67.
now sc isn't shooting daggers at me but I think he didn't like me helping these people by speaking to them.
so I submit his request, and go help fbd, thinking to myself "why the fuck can't you just play around with the photos?" I don't know how to delete photos from facebook; I don't see a little box to click and a button to chose to delete. But I click on a photo, the photo opens a new window, and there is a thing that says "delete". I click on it and it deletes. At lest fbd wasn't sucky and was appreciative.
om comes up wanting books on Himlech Himmler (sp). He came a few months ago and we only had 2 books, and he wants to know if we got more. Of course, he's been to the doctor this morning, and the doctor put in drops and he can't see so well so he needs me to look up the titles, and help him find them on the shelves. So as I walk with him to the shelf I hear the film has arrived on a lift (kind of a dumb waiter but it's mechanical so a human doesn't pull a rope) but I decide to show the om the books, since if I stop to get the film I figured om will be confused why I stopped and went into an alcove and pull some stuff and walked away...
I came back and sc got the film from the buckets. Now the alcolve has moving machinery (granted, you have to stick your hand or head in the opening to be around the machinery) and buckets come down and they smash against each other. Imagine you have your hand on the first bucket and the second bucket smashes against your hand.
me, to sc: sir, you can't get your own film, you have to wait for one of us to get it, a bucket could have came down and smash your hand.
sc: (laughs unpleasently)
me: sir, this is serious.
sc: I see you are serious, but I can laugh if I want to. I'm not a homeless person!
Hopefully dumbass doesn't ask my cw who relieved me for more film
me:

sc:

ow: old woman
fbd: facebook dude
om: old man
so sc comes up to me to request microfilm of old newspapers, which we keep in storage. He need nine diff. dates. I have to fill a form electronically and I tell him it will take 10-20 min., and when it came from storage I will give it to him.
While I'm filling the form for each date, ow and fbd comes up.
Me: (to old woman) do you have a quick question?
ow: I need to print, where is the printer
me: (points) each print is $.15, but you have to pay a $1 for a printcard.
ow: print card? I think I'll just write down the information.
fdb: does anyone here know how to delete photos in facebook.
me: not right now.
fbd: well, arn't there any librarians here who can do it?
me: let me finish helping this gentleman here and I will go help you.
fbd: I'm on computer 67.
now sc isn't shooting daggers at me but I think he didn't like me helping these people by speaking to them.
so I submit his request, and go help fbd, thinking to myself "why the fuck can't you just play around with the photos?" I don't know how to delete photos from facebook; I don't see a little box to click and a button to chose to delete. But I click on a photo, the photo opens a new window, and there is a thing that says "delete". I click on it and it deletes. At lest fbd wasn't sucky and was appreciative.
om comes up wanting books on Himlech Himmler (sp). He came a few months ago and we only had 2 books, and he wants to know if we got more. Of course, he's been to the doctor this morning, and the doctor put in drops and he can't see so well so he needs me to look up the titles, and help him find them on the shelves. So as I walk with him to the shelf I hear the film has arrived on a lift (kind of a dumb waiter but it's mechanical so a human doesn't pull a rope) but I decide to show the om the books, since if I stop to get the film I figured om will be confused why I stopped and went into an alcove and pull some stuff and walked away...
I came back and sc got the film from the buckets. Now the alcolve has moving machinery (granted, you have to stick your hand or head in the opening to be around the machinery) and buckets come down and they smash against each other. Imagine you have your hand on the first bucket and the second bucket smashes against your hand.
me, to sc: sir, you can't get your own film, you have to wait for one of us to get it, a bucket could have came down and smash your hand.
sc: (laughs unpleasently)
me: sir, this is serious.
sc: I see you are serious, but I can laugh if I want to. I'm not a homeless person!
Hopefully dumbass doesn't ask my cw who relieved me for more film
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