overnight shift log fall 2007
Working from 10PM to 10AM...observations..
12:15AM
Lots of mean users tonight. Like these three guys who have been chattering very loudly for the past 90 minutes.
::headdesk:: Now they're still talking. They aren't even using the computers. They could totally have this conversation in the lobby. The fact that it's noisy outside doesn't mean it's okay to be noisy inside. AHHHH.
I hope I don't have to sit here all night listening to them giggle at each other.
12:30AM
Undie run seemed to go okay, except for the part where the police drove their cars up on the lawn and started whistling and screaming at the kids for no apparent reason. Probably because they were tired and wanted to end their shift and go home. Bah, UCPD.
1:00AM
The study area in Powell is crowded so some people have come and settled into computer cubicles despite not actually using the computer. Unfortunately, then people who need to use a computer don't have access to a computer.
I hate when users lie directly to your face but you can't do anything about it because then they might make a scene! Ugh. I've been working here for three years. I know that the computer never automatically logs someone out. And I had been monitoring the computerized map of the lab long enough to know that they hadn't actually been logged in. Now they are just sitting there studying and not even using the computer, and I had to pass out pagers to people waiting!
There are also 10 computers that have been left completely unattended, scattered with textbooks and backpacks and food.
2:00AM
I find "The Keep" by Jennifer Egan in my mailbox. Phillip picked it up for me at Barnes & Noble and left it in my box. yay.
3:32AM
I gave someone on the ucla community an orgasm. Or rather, in the anonymous pages I encouraged her to talk to her boyfriend about her sexual needs and she did and it worked. Maybe I should pursue a career as a sex therapist.
3:34AM
I'm finally getting around to opening the file with the story I'm going to revise. Time to nut up and read the student critiques. But now I've accidentally left Louie's notes at home! I still have a copy of his final comments...don't feel like running back to get the draft itself. Hope he doesn't mind. At least they'll give me material to write a third draft. After which I'll probably show to Ken and then post here.
4:00AM
Half way point through the night. I need to pee. Crap.
4:20AM
Just went to the staff bathroom and ended up locked out of CLICC. Oops. A user let me back in.
Okay, my story is way too confusing. ::munches at a hot pocket:: I'd better draft a timeline.
4:55AM
I am reading this article, How Hollywood Saved God about the His Dark Materials Trilogy and the Golden Compass movie. (Spoilers! for the series.) I am mad to learn that some pretty important lines were left out of the American edition and almost tempted to scribble them in.
5:25AM
Reading more analysis on The Prestige makes me want to watch the movie again. All the details make it so rewatchable. I find myself going, "eh, I don't need to see it again" after each time and then it's like...oh. Damn. I want to watch again. Christian Bale and Hugh Jackman are fantastic in this film, and the script is very fluid and economical. Everything seems there for a reason, there are thousands of little details, and it all falls into place. It tells you nothing and shows you everything. This is how I want to write. It's very Schrodinger's Cat, too!
I need to get back on forcing Ken to watch this movie. Maybe twice. hahahaha.
6:15AM
Back working on the story. I have successfully hashed out a definitive outline. Or rather, one outline for each character. Starting to get the "kind of tired" shivers, though. Either that or it's cold here.
In my story, I have a male character say something "softly." However, I don't explicitly state that he is a boy right off the bat so there was a lot of gender confusion. To be honest, given the love triangle, I almost debated making the narrator a girl but find the add a lesbian schtick to be too gimmicky.
6:36AM
I am reading a copy of my story marked with comments from my classmates on it. The comments on this copy seem especially harsh and are not helpful in the slightest. The copy is also unsigned.
Two minutes later I realize I marked up that copy.
6:45AM
Incorporating James Franco's suggestions into my story. Out of everyone in the class (other than Prof Louie) he was the harshest--and therefore his comments were most useful this time around. I know he wasn't very impressed. He caught a lot of my very basic "beginning creative writing 101" errors, like circling my cliche's for me (why didn't anyone else catch them?) Good eye. I'm actually very grateful. I don't need lame cliche's polluting my story and I don't know how they got there unnoticed in the first place!
7:21AM
Now that I've figured out everything wrong with my story I have a few hours to try and fix it. 0_0
7:42AM
Still not done. Okay, well, now I have to run up and open 3rd floor.
8:00AM
Openning the third floor classroom labs. Had to run to disarm the alarm--and then I got this huge static electricity shock when I touched the keypad.
Vaccuumed all of Classroom C. Yes, I tried to work. And I just noticed I have food on my pants. Ooops.
12:15AM
Lots of mean users tonight. Like these three guys who have been chattering very loudly for the past 90 minutes.
- Me: Can you guys please lower your voices a bit.
Guy: Why?
Me: You're being quite loud and disturbing the other users.
Guy: It's really loud outside, too.
Me: That's outside. This is a study area.
Guy: ::ignores::
::headdesk:: Now they're still talking. They aren't even using the computers. They could totally have this conversation in the lobby. The fact that it's noisy outside doesn't mean it's okay to be noisy inside. AHHHH.
I hope I don't have to sit here all night listening to them giggle at each other.
12:30AM
Undie run seemed to go okay, except for the part where the police drove their cars up on the lawn and started whistling and screaming at the kids for no apparent reason. Probably because they were tired and wanted to end their shift and go home. Bah, UCPD.
1:00AM
The study area in Powell is crowded so some people have come and settled into computer cubicles despite not actually using the computer. Unfortunately, then people who need to use a computer don't have access to a computer.
- Me: Hi, I'm sorry but since you are not using a computer, please study in the reading room. This student ::points:: needs to use this computer.
User: OH! ::very dramatically:: I was logged in.
liar
User:But then. It must have. Logged me out.
liar. not even a very good liar.
Me: Oh dear. Well. You should log in, then.
I hate when users lie directly to your face but you can't do anything about it because then they might make a scene! Ugh. I've been working here for three years. I know that the computer never automatically logs someone out. And I had been monitoring the computerized map of the lab long enough to know that they hadn't actually been logged in. Now they are just sitting there studying and not even using the computer, and I had to pass out pagers to people waiting!
There are also 10 computers that have been left completely unattended, scattered with textbooks and backpacks and food.
2:00AM
I find "The Keep" by Jennifer Egan in my mailbox. Phillip picked it up for me at Barnes & Noble and left it in my box. yay.
3:32AM
I gave someone on the ucla community an orgasm. Or rather, in the anonymous pages I encouraged her to talk to her boyfriend about her sexual needs and she did and it worked. Maybe I should pursue a career as a sex therapist.
3:34AM
I'm finally getting around to opening the file with the story I'm going to revise. Time to nut up and read the student critiques. But now I've accidentally left Louie's notes at home! I still have a copy of his final comments...don't feel like running back to get the draft itself. Hope he doesn't mind. At least they'll give me material to write a third draft. After which I'll probably show to Ken and then post here.
4:00AM
Half way point through the night. I need to pee. Crap.
4:20AM
Just went to the staff bathroom and ended up locked out of CLICC. Oops. A user let me back in.
Okay, my story is way too confusing. ::munches at a hot pocket:: I'd better draft a timeline.
4:55AM
I am reading this article, How Hollywood Saved God about the His Dark Materials Trilogy and the Golden Compass movie. (Spoilers! for the series.) I am mad to learn that some pretty important lines were left out of the American edition and almost tempted to scribble them in.
5:25AM
Reading more analysis on The Prestige makes me want to watch the movie again. All the details make it so rewatchable. I find myself going, "eh, I don't need to see it again" after each time and then it's like...oh. Damn. I want to watch again. Christian Bale and Hugh Jackman are fantastic in this film, and the script is very fluid and economical. Everything seems there for a reason, there are thousands of little details, and it all falls into place. It tells you nothing and shows you everything. This is how I want to write. It's very Schrodinger's Cat, too!
I need to get back on forcing Ken to watch this movie. Maybe twice. hahahaha.
6:15AM
Back working on the story. I have successfully hashed out a definitive outline. Or rather, one outline for each character. Starting to get the "kind of tired" shivers, though. Either that or it's cold here.
In my story, I have a male character say something "softly." However, I don't explicitly state that he is a boy right off the bat so there was a lot of gender confusion. To be honest, given the love triangle, I almost debated making the narrator a girl but find the add a lesbian schtick to be too gimmicky.
6:36AM
I am reading a copy of my story marked with comments from my classmates on it. The comments on this copy seem especially harsh and are not helpful in the slightest. The copy is also unsigned.
Two minutes later I realize I marked up that copy.
6:45AM
Incorporating James Franco's suggestions into my story. Out of everyone in the class (other than Prof Louie) he was the harshest--and therefore his comments were most useful this time around. I know he wasn't very impressed. He caught a lot of my very basic "beginning creative writing 101" errors, like circling my cliche's for me (why didn't anyone else catch them?) Good eye. I'm actually very grateful. I don't need lame cliche's polluting my story and I don't know how they got there unnoticed in the first place!
7:21AM
Now that I've figured out everything wrong with my story I have a few hours to try and fix it. 0_0
7:42AM
Still not done. Okay, well, now I have to run up and open 3rd floor.
8:00AM
Openning the third floor classroom labs. Had to run to disarm the alarm--and then I got this huge static electricity shock when I touched the keypad.
Vaccuumed all of Classroom C. Yes, I tried to work. And I just noticed I have food on my pants. Ooops.