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The Library is NOT a dating service
I got hit on a lot when I first started working at the library 2.5 years ago. And then it tapered off for awhile, and then started back up again. Usually it had an inverse relationship with my dating status. Single and looking? No one cared. Taken and happy? Every yahoo that walked through the door was trying to get in my pants (Ok, maybe that's a bit of an eggageration).
So anywho, I'm closing the lab for a class and one of the regulars starts muttering in my general direction.
Him: *mumble*
Me: *making the mistake of thinking he actually has a computer-related question* Pardon?
Him: You got a boyfriend?
We've got a winner here, folks! Second time this week I've been asked the very same question. Now, I don't particulary think I'm that much to look at, but apparently to the homeless drunks, wannabe pimps, and general twatwaffles, I'm hawt stuff.
Me: *flashes left hand* Married. *ignore* Seriously, dude. What gave you the impression I was remotely interested in your measly existance. Our interaction consists of you saying "good morning" and me giving a non-committal grunt while I desparately click away at Collapse. Gotta collapse all the pretty boxes. Oooh, lookie, Bejeweled!
Not you again
So we had a Microsoft Access class this morning. Anyone who's ever used Access should know it's pretty involved. Even people who have a pretty good handle on computers and other Office programs have trouble with Access. Not something you can jump into the middle of without going through all the steps.
In walks Sucky Job Seeker--20 minutes late--wanting to take the class. She looks familar, but for the moment, I can't place her. I get her caught up with the instructor, and then have to hold her hand the ENTIRE time. I kept having to tell her to double-click to open stuff. Logic should dictate that if a single-click doesn't make the computer do what you want, try a double-click. Not SJS. Single-click didn't work and she'd sit staring stupidly at the screen, willing the computer fairy to make it work.
Fast forward to the end of class. She wants to stay and apply for a job. Ah HA! Now I remember you. I held your hand yesterday when you applied for a different job. Now there is a lot to take care of when a class is over. Evaluations need to be gathered, computers need to be switched to the public log-in, handouts need to be replenished (I'm looking at you, fellow cowirkers), and the screen and projector put away. I'm busy; can't help right now. I finally finish all my chores and sit down for what I hope will be a little Internet play time. My Bejeweled game isn't going to play itself, yunno.
No such luck. No sooner had I sat down than I hear her muffled cell phone conversation get louder and then:
SJS: Miss! Come here!
Me: What now? Yes?
SJS: *thrusts her cell phone at me* He's gonna tell you how to get to this job application.
Me:
Not again!
The HR guy talks me through finding the job posting Her Highness wants to apply for. Not that I couldn't find it on my own, but hey, I felt bad for the guy having to deal with her. By this time, I'm starting to get a killer headache. Dealing with the stupids can set one off, but this one came from the stupid and also her perfume. This woman marinated, basted, bathed and showered herself in old lady perfume. You know the kind. The kind that seeps into every pore and will not leave your nose once it has attached itself. I know she knows how to type her name in a box--we went over that last time--so I'm just trying to get her to that point so I can give my sinuses a break.
The job site itself had some issues. Namely the security certificate wasn't kosher with Windows, so SJS assumed it was broken. Seeing as how it's no skin off my teeth if the network goes down due to a virus, I click the option to go to the site anyway. Finally, we have found the Holy Grail--erm, application.
SJS: *holds up a flash drive* My resume is on here. How do I get it off?
Me: *puts drive in the USB port and starts scrolling through the app* Doesn't look like they have a place to upload it. Looks like you'll have to fill all this out.
SJS: I have to fill out the whole thing?! I've only got two hours! What if I don't finish?!
Me: When you get to between 10 and 5 minutes left, go out to the reference desk and tell them you're working on a job application and you need more time.
SJS: *dejected* Oh. Ok.
I retreat to my desk thinking it's over. Unfortunately, I was very, very wrong. Not five minutes later:
SJS: Miss!
Me: What?
SJS: *hands me her cell phone again* He's gonna tell you how to do this.
Me: Haven't we been through this before?
I sigh and take the phone. A different guy is on the other end this time and the poor soul sounds just as annoyed and ready to strangle something as I feel. Of course, since SJS is sitting right next to me, I can't tell the HR guy that I feel his pain and wish the lady would be sucked into a parallel dimension (or advertise the site). I'm pretty frazzled myself now, so he's annoyed that I'm not understanding what he's telling me. He's talking about printing out the job requirements so she can tailor her resume, I'm asking if there's a place to just upload it. And of course, I've got her in my other ear demanding I get him to tell me where the upload button is so I can tell her.
Me: You.Can.Not.Do.That.On.This.Site. You.Have.To.Fill.It.All.Out.
SJS: Oh
I get the info printed out and explain to her (again) what she needs to do to fill it out.
SJS: Well, I'm hungry, so I'll come back later and do this.
Me: Praise Yoda!
Yeah, it didn't get much better when I left work and got to class. Turns out new regulations are in the process of being passed that are really going to screw over Nuclear Techs, but that's a rant for another day.
I got hit on a lot when I first started working at the library 2.5 years ago. And then it tapered off for awhile, and then started back up again. Usually it had an inverse relationship with my dating status. Single and looking? No one cared. Taken and happy? Every yahoo that walked through the door was trying to get in my pants (Ok, maybe that's a bit of an eggageration).
So anywho, I'm closing the lab for a class and one of the regulars starts muttering in my general direction.
Him: *mumble*
Me: *making the mistake of thinking he actually has a computer-related question* Pardon?
Him: You got a boyfriend?
We've got a winner here, folks! Second time this week I've been asked the very same question. Now, I don't particulary think I'm that much to look at, but apparently to the homeless drunks, wannabe pimps, and general twatwaffles, I'm hawt stuff.
Me: *flashes left hand* Married. *ignore* Seriously, dude. What gave you the impression I was remotely interested in your measly existance. Our interaction consists of you saying "good morning" and me giving a non-committal grunt while I desparately click away at Collapse. Gotta collapse all the pretty boxes. Oooh, lookie, Bejeweled!
Not you again
So we had a Microsoft Access class this morning. Anyone who's ever used Access should know it's pretty involved. Even people who have a pretty good handle on computers and other Office programs have trouble with Access. Not something you can jump into the middle of without going through all the steps.
In walks Sucky Job Seeker--20 minutes late--wanting to take the class. She looks familar, but for the moment, I can't place her. I get her caught up with the instructor, and then have to hold her hand the ENTIRE time. I kept having to tell her to double-click to open stuff. Logic should dictate that if a single-click doesn't make the computer do what you want, try a double-click. Not SJS. Single-click didn't work and she'd sit staring stupidly at the screen, willing the computer fairy to make it work.
Fast forward to the end of class. She wants to stay and apply for a job. Ah HA! Now I remember you. I held your hand yesterday when you applied for a different job. Now there is a lot to take care of when a class is over. Evaluations need to be gathered, computers need to be switched to the public log-in, handouts need to be replenished (I'm looking at you, fellow cowirkers), and the screen and projector put away. I'm busy; can't help right now. I finally finish all my chores and sit down for what I hope will be a little Internet play time. My Bejeweled game isn't going to play itself, yunno.
No such luck. No sooner had I sat down than I hear her muffled cell phone conversation get louder and then:
SJS: Miss! Come here!
Me: What now? Yes?
SJS: *thrusts her cell phone at me* He's gonna tell you how to get to this job application.
Me:
Not again!The HR guy talks me through finding the job posting Her Highness wants to apply for. Not that I couldn't find it on my own, but hey, I felt bad for the guy having to deal with her. By this time, I'm starting to get a killer headache. Dealing with the stupids can set one off, but this one came from the stupid and also her perfume. This woman marinated, basted, bathed and showered herself in old lady perfume. You know the kind. The kind that seeps into every pore and will not leave your nose once it has attached itself. I know she knows how to type her name in a box--we went over that last time--so I'm just trying to get her to that point so I can give my sinuses a break.
The job site itself had some issues. Namely the security certificate wasn't kosher with Windows, so SJS assumed it was broken. Seeing as how it's no skin off my teeth if the network goes down due to a virus, I click the option to go to the site anyway. Finally, we have found the Holy Grail--erm, application.
SJS: *holds up a flash drive* My resume is on here. How do I get it off?
Me: *puts drive in the USB port and starts scrolling through the app* Doesn't look like they have a place to upload it. Looks like you'll have to fill all this out.
SJS: I have to fill out the whole thing?! I've only got two hours! What if I don't finish?!
Me: When you get to between 10 and 5 minutes left, go out to the reference desk and tell them you're working on a job application and you need more time.
SJS: *dejected* Oh. Ok.
I retreat to my desk thinking it's over. Unfortunately, I was very, very wrong. Not five minutes later:
SJS: Miss!
Me: What?
SJS: *hands me her cell phone again* He's gonna tell you how to do this.
Me: Haven't we been through this before?
I sigh and take the phone. A different guy is on the other end this time and the poor soul sounds just as annoyed and ready to strangle something as I feel. Of course, since SJS is sitting right next to me, I can't tell the HR guy that I feel his pain and wish the lady would be sucked into a parallel dimension (or advertise the site). I'm pretty frazzled myself now, so he's annoyed that I'm not understanding what he's telling me. He's talking about printing out the job requirements so she can tailor her resume, I'm asking if there's a place to just upload it. And of course, I've got her in my other ear demanding I get him to tell me where the upload button is so I can tell her.
Me: You.Can.Not.Do.That.On.This.Site. You.Have.To.Fill.It.All.Out.
SJS: Oh
I get the info printed out and explain to her (again) what she needs to do to fill it out.
SJS: Well, I'm hungry, so I'll come back later and do this.
Me: Praise Yoda!
Yeah, it didn't get much better when I left work and got to class. Turns out new regulations are in the process of being passed that are really going to screw over Nuclear Techs, but that's a rant for another day.
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