He did not appreciate it, but what the fuck ever I don’t even care.

Go save your shit, and then we can discuss whether I’m going to extend your computer session. Jeez.

And I am Saturdaybrarianing.

And really not that bad. A little busy, a little weird, but there were no fights and no medical emergencies, and no one refused to leave when we told them we were closed.

Most importantly, it’s OVER.

405 replied to your chat: Phone calls we get at the reference desk

wait…you get calls from people who need to know the definition of words? from all your work stories, this one both, made me laugh and infuriated me the most!

We get all kinds of calls, and unless they’re clearly invasive or abusive we’re supposed to answer them the best we can. Which I agree with in theory, but which can get really, really old in practice.

tussticular replied to your post: Name chaaaaaaaaaaaaange

Lol, nice. I hope this doesn’t mean you’re going to stop bitching about your job.

That could never happen. As long as I’m a librarian, that is, and people are people.

I frequently ask myself this at the reference desk.

(via memories-puns-and-lost-hopes-de)

So many times patrons ask me things and I just want to sigh and be like, “I don’t have an answer to that. Who could possibly answer a question so exhausting and opaque? Make your own life decisions and leave me alone.”

I hate it when a coworker is helping an obnoxious patron but they can see my computer screen so I have to choose between waiting to Twitter about them or whipping out my phone at the reference desk. Especially because if I do try to live-Twitter the reference interview they usually end up topping themselves again and again so quickly I can’t get a single tweet out between my brain exploding and then exploding again.

Anyway, that happened just now.