Providing internet computers may be the single greatest mistake libraries have ever made. This, of course, from a librarian who has spent the entire day watching survival of the fittest in action as customers clawed, stomped, and sulked over the branch's (mere!) eight computers.
Which is not to say I don't sympathize, but really! I can't make the four ailing computers better with a twitch of my nose, people. And it's not my fault that you can't remember to save your work before the computer reboots. And, yes, you certainly can have my manager's contact information, but she possesses even less faerie/witch blood than I do, so good luck with that.
It's been rather amusing, actually, but after a day brimful of encounters with whining, opportunistic customers, I'm utterly exhausted.
Which is not to say I don't sympathize, but really! I can't make the four ailing computers better with a twitch of my nose, people. And it's not my fault that you can't remember to save your work before the computer reboots. And, yes, you certainly can have my manager's contact information, but she possesses even less faerie/witch blood than I do, so good luck with that.
It's been rather amusing, actually, but after a day brimful of encounters with whining, opportunistic customers, I'm utterly exhausted.
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