Of course my Monday starts off by the neighbors waking me up. They are always in the building next door, making noises at ungodly hours in the morning. Monday someone turns on the radio (loud) at almost 6am. I hear some work being done, then nothing (maybe the workers went to breakfast) but the radio was still on. I put on ear plugs, turn down the a/c for the white noise, and covered my head.
I go to work and see the schedule isn't too bad. I'm stuck by myselft at 1pm on the third floor, but I expect not much to happen.
I go to releave my cws at 1pm on the third floor. They have been there since noon. They were helping this one lazy and/or sorry piece of s***. So I said I would help her. Now she was nice enough, but I call her a sorry piece of s*** since she wants us to do the work. She was on a microfilm machine. YOu turn the knob one way to go forward, the other way to go back, you enlarge/reduce the image with another knob. You use the computer next to it to scan/save/print. The woman started off with "I have a flash drive, I got it from my drawer, how do I know it's my flashdrive I'm saving it to?" I asked if she named it. "It's someone elses, I found it in my drawer, I used it once." I told her that when she saves, she should see the flashdrive. again she asks, "how I know it's the flashdrive when I save?" I don't even know why she asks this, since she expects me to do the work (since cws did all the work for her before me-my male cw even found the article online for her, since she didn't know when it appeared in the newspaper). I tell her she had to look through the newspaper herself, since I will be busy helping other people. She said, "but I don't have my glasses, I can't see very well."
Well at that moment someone needed help and I told her to try to find the article.
The guy who needed help try to print something but he didn't put a name to the job. Of course we couldn't find the job on the queue (since you have to type the name of the job to print it) and of course another library had were you can look at the jobs on the queue to find the job
No dice, won't be able to find it.
I'm walking around and hear some strange noise, sounded like white noise. I walk toward a guy who I think is the culprit, but I figure it must be one of the airvents.
Then a guy comes up wanting the Senate report for a certain year so I had to call for help from the gov. doc. librarian. While I'm helping senate report guy, guy of the white noise (wn) comes up. He starts to get ansty because I didn't drop what I'm doing to help him. He interrupts, "I have a quick question".
wn: I requested a newspaper an hour ago and I want to know where it is
me: sorry, that is not a quick question. I'll be with you when I'm done with this gentleman.
Now while I'm helping senate guy cw from the fifth floor storage (where older newspapers are kept) calls me to tell me that she didnt' find the newspaper. Considering she also sent online the result of the search, which is the preferred method of finding out these things, I just dont' see why she called. I quickly thank her since I'm fucking busy.
wn goes away. I finish with senate guy and help another customer who had enough sense to wait for me to help him, not butt in. Then wn comes back, huffing and puffing.
wn: I went to upstairs and they told me to come back here. I requested from the guy last hour a newspaper.
me: ok, what was the date on the newspaper?
wn: I talked to the women in the childrens' room and they told me to come backhere.
me: ok, what is the date?
wn: I requested this from...
me: excuse me, what is the date of the newspaper you requested?
wn: I have asthma! I can't be interrupted while I'm talking! I have to catch my breath and you are making me lose my breath!
me: what is the date?
wn: it was Sunday 2 weeks ago.
me: you mean Aug. 5?
wn: yes, sunday 2 weeks ago!
me: sorry, butthey didn't find it.
wn: they didn't find it!
me: It must have been stolen.
wn: Well, years ago you had newspapers from all over, and now you have nothing, blah blah
me: sorry, I have to help someone else...
wn: you are very rude! blah blah blah blah....
me: sir you have to leave.
wn: blah blah blah...
he leaves.
Now earlier I heard what I thought was white noise from him, and while he was standing around for my help, i realized he had his radio on, but left it on a non-working station. Also, I almost felt sorry for him. He had some type of wound on his face, with a bandade hardly covering it.
I have to tell the "dim" story in another post.
I go to work and see the schedule isn't too bad. I'm stuck by myselft at 1pm on the third floor, but I expect not much to happen.
I go to releave my cws at 1pm on the third floor. They have been there since noon. They were helping this one lazy and/or sorry piece of s***. So I said I would help her. Now she was nice enough, but I call her a sorry piece of s*** since she wants us to do the work. She was on a microfilm machine. YOu turn the knob one way to go forward, the other way to go back, you enlarge/reduce the image with another knob. You use the computer next to it to scan/save/print. The woman started off with "I have a flash drive, I got it from my drawer, how do I know it's my flashdrive I'm saving it to?" I asked if she named it. "It's someone elses, I found it in my drawer, I used it once." I told her that when she saves, she should see the flashdrive. again she asks, "how I know it's the flashdrive when I save?" I don't even know why she asks this, since she expects me to do the work (since cws did all the work for her before me-my male cw even found the article online for her, since she didn't know when it appeared in the newspaper). I tell her she had to look through the newspaper herself, since I will be busy helping other people. She said, "but I don't have my glasses, I can't see very well."

Well at that moment someone needed help and I told her to try to find the article.
The guy who needed help try to print something but he didn't put a name to the job. Of course we couldn't find the job on the queue (since you have to type the name of the job to print it) and of course another library had were you can look at the jobs on the queue to find the job

I'm walking around and hear some strange noise, sounded like white noise. I walk toward a guy who I think is the culprit, but I figure it must be one of the airvents.
Then a guy comes up wanting the Senate report for a certain year so I had to call for help from the gov. doc. librarian. While I'm helping senate report guy, guy of the white noise (wn) comes up. He starts to get ansty because I didn't drop what I'm doing to help him. He interrupts, "I have a quick question".
wn: I requested a newspaper an hour ago and I want to know where it is
me: sorry, that is not a quick question. I'll be with you when I'm done with this gentleman.
Now while I'm helping senate guy cw from the fifth floor storage (where older newspapers are kept) calls me to tell me that she didnt' find the newspaper. Considering she also sent online the result of the search, which is the preferred method of finding out these things, I just dont' see why she called. I quickly thank her since I'm fucking busy.
wn goes away. I finish with senate guy and help another customer who had enough sense to wait for me to help him, not butt in. Then wn comes back, huffing and puffing.
wn: I went to upstairs and they told me to come back here. I requested from the guy last hour a newspaper.
me: ok, what was the date on the newspaper?
wn: I talked to the women in the childrens' room and they told me to come backhere.
me: ok, what is the date?
wn: I requested this from...
me: excuse me, what is the date of the newspaper you requested?
wn: I have asthma! I can't be interrupted while I'm talking! I have to catch my breath and you are making me lose my breath!
me: what is the date?
wn: it was Sunday 2 weeks ago.
me: you mean Aug. 5?
wn: yes, sunday 2 weeks ago!
me: sorry, butthey didn't find it.
wn: they didn't find it!
me: It must have been stolen.
wn: Well, years ago you had newspapers from all over, and now you have nothing, blah blah
me: sorry, I have to help someone else...
wn: you are very rude! blah blah blah blah....
me: sir you have to leave.
wn: blah blah blah...
he leaves.
Now earlier I heard what I thought was white noise from him, and while he was standing around for my help, i realized he had his radio on, but left it on a non-working station. Also, I almost felt sorry for him. He had some type of wound on his face, with a bandade hardly covering it.
I have to tell the "dim" story in another post.
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