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Aug. 27th, 2009 11:22 amReading elsewhere [and I should have commented, but I feel bad/weird commenting on people's journals if we aren't friends or I wasn't directed there. I know. I'm weird. Shush.] about the what-the-fuckery that is another city's library. And suddenly I feel that much warmer and fuzzier about my own, and that's including their ass-backwards computer requesting.
Oh, sure. You may wait what feels like forever and a day for your new books, but at least there's no stupid Teen section that's locked for anyone not a teen and even during the day when they should be at school anyway. My head hurts just thinking about that.
But I owe you a rant about the WA branch of our library and their computer request set-up. From what little I was paying attention before all fucking hell broke loose, these days you go to the computer devoted to putting in requests and... sign up. But how do you know when you can swipe a computer? You don't. In ye olden days, a librarian would either hunt you down or call out your name in that special voice librarians are trained to have. So. Anyway. The Saturday I was without a net connection, we went to the library and Mums did this. Signed up for the next available computer.
There was one not being used but I figured the person was just... around and would swipe their computer soon. Minutes tick by and Mums wanders over to ask the librarian she's friendly with if anyone's actually going to use the comp or if it's free, and if it is, how do you unfreeze the lock it has? She's told. And this woman who showed up five minutes after we did, gave this disgusted look when she found out the wait for the next computer was 40 minutes [longer since Mums was next on the list] and then blatantly eavesdropped on Mumsy's conversation.
And then sneaky bitch went to the computer and did what Mums was told to do before Mums could.
Mums went nutso.
It wasn't until I actually snagged a computer myself [a whole bank of them had been free for ten minutes by this point but no one called me over or anything. How. Could. I. See? You'd have to haunt the juvenile section to see! And that would be creepy!] that I realized how sneaky this woman was. And she just looked put out as hell that someone called her on being a sneaky bitch. Except, you see, Mums didn't actually call her one. Mums is a lady whereas I would have kicked her in the kneecaps if given the chance.
There's love. Somewhere. I'm just too tired to find it now.
Oh, sure. You may wait what feels like forever and a day for your new books, but at least there's no stupid Teen section that's locked for anyone not a teen and even during the day when they should be at school anyway. My head hurts just thinking about that.
But I owe you a rant about the WA branch of our library and their computer request set-up. From what little I was paying attention before all fucking hell broke loose, these days you go to the computer devoted to putting in requests and... sign up. But how do you know when you can swipe a computer? You don't. In ye olden days, a librarian would either hunt you down or call out your name in that special voice librarians are trained to have. So. Anyway. The Saturday I was without a net connection, we went to the library and Mums did this. Signed up for the next available computer.
There was one not being used but I figured the person was just... around and would swipe their computer soon. Minutes tick by and Mums wanders over to ask the librarian she's friendly with if anyone's actually going to use the comp or if it's free, and if it is, how do you unfreeze the lock it has? She's told. And this woman who showed up five minutes after we did, gave this disgusted look when she found out the wait for the next computer was 40 minutes [longer since Mums was next on the list] and then blatantly eavesdropped on Mumsy's conversation.
And then sneaky bitch went to the computer and did what Mums was told to do before Mums could.
Mums went nutso.
It wasn't until I actually snagged a computer myself [a whole bank of them had been free for ten minutes by this point but no one called me over or anything. How. Could. I. See? You'd have to haunt the juvenile section to see! And that would be creepy!] that I realized how sneaky this woman was. And she just looked put out as hell that someone called her on being a sneaky bitch. Except, you see, Mums didn't actually call her one. Mums is a lady whereas I would have kicked her in the kneecaps if given the chance.
There's love. Somewhere. I'm just too tired to find it now.