Atlas shrugged

Well, no, the assistant director shrugged when I gave him my atlas order. And he filled it. The citizens of Malden will now rest assured that the Soviet Union and East and West Germany no longer exist. I'm not touching the Middle East or Africa with a stick. My geography isn't that good, and it changes daily anyway.

I scared the hell out of a patron. She brought me a call number and said, "Do you have this book?" And I said, without batting an eye, "Someone checked it out last night." I know because I looked all over creation for it. It wasn't readily apparent on the shelf (that is, I didn't write down the title and the call number was partially obscured, blush) so I went into the dark and scary closed stacks, where I still didn't find it, and then it turned it up right where it should have been the first time.

It's Black History month. Try to find a book dealing with a prominent (or in the case of my remembered call number, not so prominent) African-American this month @ our library. It's near impossible.

The thing that is bugging me is parents are coming in for their kids, and finding books that are less than age appropriate for their kids. I know this is not a new phenomenon. But this being my first outing in a library, public or otherwise, it still bugs me.

I did get to give mom and son a little tutorial about how risky the web can be for information. That made my day. I felt all official then.

I gave up my proofreading job three years ago. There was a lady that wanted me to proofread today. Right. She also wanted me to show her how to use a mouse, open a file, and how to get capital letters to appear on the computer screen. This was after she assured our paraprofessionals at the circ desk that she could use a word processor.

I guess, since this is the second day in a row it has happened, I have to draw my line in the sand. I'll help with little questions, like, I pressed this button and my formatting disappeared, how do I get it back? But when they start asking how to type, they probably shouldn't be on the computer. I have stuff I have to do. It doesn't involve proofreading your letters, lady.

There was another patron who had the decency to call and ask if we'd type papers. I told her no. At least she asked, and didn't demand. And she didn't show up expecting us to do it.

Tomorrow's supposed to be bad weather. I wonder how busy it will be. I work the information desk early, and the reference desk late. I am reference beyoch lately.

I am becoming one with server.

I got OS working with our Windows 2003 server. I wonder if our print software really does work with it. I have my doubts.


Just this evening I talked a patron through putting her name and the page number in the header of her Word document. She stood there at first with her hands hanging at her sides, as if she expected me to take the console and make her paper all purty. When instead I started instructing her which menus to click, etc., and saying things like, "Now highlight it. No, just select it so it's highlighted. No, first just highlight it, then I'll tell you what to do next ... ," she caught on that this was a participatory activity for her.Actually, though, I really don't mind this kind of stuff, since I don't get that much of it. I don't have my MLS yet, I'm just the lowly 12.5-hour-a-week circ grunt in a fairly sleepy li'l academic library. And I've always enjoyed showing people how to do something useful with their computers. In moderation.

See, actually, walking someone through a header I wouldn't mind too much, I guess. I guess that falls in the category of, "Jeez, I pressed this button and I don't know what it did to my document, can you help me?" I mean this woman literally didn't know what the mouse was for. She didn't know how to make capital letters... Then she asked me to proofread. If she were a six to fourteen year old, I would have gladly proofread, honestly. But a thirty year old woman should know how to write a basic letter. If she doesn't, we have books for that, and there are classes on that at the high school across the street.

I guess what peeves me is I know that the circ desk asks patrons that use the word processors if they know how to use computers. I know this woman lied to get on the computer, and I know she just got a library card and was a little deceptive in getting that too, not wanting to tell us her current address.

Hey, lowly circ grunts make the library work too! :)

Just had to say, I really enjoy reading your blog.

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