Sunday, December 2, 2007
Closed is such hard word to understand
I work opening on Sunday. People NEED to get to teh Interweb on Sundays, so for the hour or so before the doors open, people try the door, notice it's locked and start knocking. It's not that we try to hide the hours--there's a sign right on the door that either says OPEN or CLOSED. I often can't see the face of the knocking person (to see if they are a volunteer who works before opening) because it is obscured by the sign. I guess that people see lights on and people scampering around pulling holds and assume that we MUST be open.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
New Books?
They're right over there...four feet from you...yes, right under the great, big sign that says...yep, you're welcome.
I'm not sure what it was
Maybe it was Mr. Helpless, whom you have met before, who told me all about the heating in his home and how he has disagreements with his dad about it. (He said "dad." I'm a little annoyed by people who say things like "I told dad..." when they are not my sibling.) Keeping in mind that the guy is probably in his mid fifties, it was disturbing as well as boring.
Maybe it was when Mr. Helpless came back proudly bearing some printouts he'd made of different traffic cam shots. Who would print a traffic cam shot? Unless there is a UFO or bigfoot or compassionate conservative or other mythical entity in the shot, that is.
Maybe it was when the lunatic lady who prints dozens of gigantic, server-choking genealogy lists every time she sits at a computer that she never actually wants to pay for or even own and which have to be deleted causing a cascade of failures in our fragile network showed up and started doing her sad thing.
Maybe it was the blood-pressure-spiking attitude I got from the effete young men I kicked off the grownup internet for being loud and underage.
But for some reason I'm just not...I dunno...feeling fulfilled in my job today.
Maybe it was when Mr. Helpless came back proudly bearing some printouts he'd made of different traffic cam shots. Who would print a traffic cam shot? Unless there is a UFO or bigfoot or compassionate conservative or other mythical entity in the shot, that is.
Maybe it was when the lunatic lady who prints dozens of gigantic, server-choking genealogy lists every time she sits at a computer that she never actually wants to pay for or even own and which have to be deleted causing a cascade of failures in our fragile network showed up and started doing her sad thing.
Maybe it was the blood-pressure-spiking attitude I got from the effete young men I kicked off the grownup internet for being loud and underage.
But for some reason I'm just not...I dunno...feeling fulfilled in my job today.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Is that book in yet?
That's what he asked me. "Book?" I asked, all polite-like.
"That book we talked about last week."
(A friend who had been a "barista" at $tarbuxx a long time ago told me that people would get upset when they would say "The Usual" to her and she would have no idea who they were and what they wanted. I get a similar thing from patrons sometimes.)
"Sorry, I don't remember what book we talked about," I confessed.
"Me neither. I hoped you would remember it because I can't."
Hah! Dodged the bullet, I think.
"That book we talked about last week."
(A friend who had been a "barista" at $tarbuxx a long time ago told me that people would get upset when they would say "The Usual" to her and she would have no idea who they were and what they wanted. I get a similar thing from patrons sometimes.)
"Sorry, I don't remember what book we talked about," I confessed.
"Me neither. I hoped you would remember it because I can't."
Hah! Dodged the bullet, I think.
A new word for you
A person who acts like they know a lot about something (computers, movies, genealogy, life, etc) but actually knows very little about anything?
Deficionado
Deficionado
What's more educational than taking your kids to the library?
Why, taking them to the library and abandoning them in the Kids' section while you dash upstairs to fart around on the Interweb for a couple hours, of course! Remember, if your unsupervised child gets antsy and raises a ruckus, the responsible parent of today delivers a serious threat sotto voce.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Dear Music enthusiast
who is talking to the other music enthusiast at the CD spinner rack. Please promise me that you will never (NEVER NEVER NEVER EVER) use the phrase "sultry, bluesy" to describe any music, musician, voice, instrument or sound EVER AGAIN. You see, you used it three times in the last 10 minutes and three times is your lifetime limit. Thank you.
Funny, they weren't standing at the SULTRY/BLUESY section, they were at INTERNATIONAL/WORLD
Funny, they weren't standing at the SULTRY/BLUESY section, they were at INTERNATIONAL/WORLD
I'll go out on a limb and say no
Sorry random caller, even if I had the home numbers of any of the city's employees, I wouldn't give them to you. Yes, I'm certain it's important. Yep. Sorry. KayBye.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Adsense nonsense
So I signed this blog up for Googles Adsense program, or whatever they're calling it. Not that I expect to get rich blogging, but I'd like to eventually like to transfer this over to my own domain, so I was kinda hoping that the ad might generate some simoleons. I know, not gonna happen. Only three people read this (thanks for that, by the way) and the ad doesn't get clicked too often. ANYWAY, Adsense is supposed to analyze your content and push a relevant ad through. Which is why I was surpised to see this one:

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