A mini-rant, and then some squee...
I guess I'll liken this to the concept of personal space: the area behind the lending counter is OFF LIMITS. It is called *our bubble* and you should not venture in there. Especially not to point me at the drawer where your journal articles are waiting for you to come pick them up. I DO KNOW HOW TO DO MY JOB. It's only been three and a half years after all.
The part that irks me the most about this is the coming behind the counter like she owned the fucking place. *growls* I have a thing about personal space and the users who do this really really make my skin crawl with anger.
In other news, it is midterm season, also known as "Sofy will not be getting any sleep until Christmas." But for the first time in *ever*, I'm actually enjoying it. Even the assignments that have me pulling my hair out are ones I welcome the challenge of, because it's interesting. I spent most of Tuesday (MY BIRTHDAY!!) at the local library pulling out books and encyclopedias and making photocopies and enjoying the hell out of it.
I am such a geek. :)
The part that irks me the most about this is the coming behind the counter like she owned the fucking place. *growls* I have a thing about personal space and the users who do this really really make my skin crawl with anger.
In other news, it is midterm season, also known as "Sofy will not be getting any sleep until Christmas." But for the first time in *ever*, I'm actually enjoying it. Even the assignments that have me pulling my hair out are ones I welcome the challenge of, because it's interesting. I spent most of Tuesday (MY BIRTHDAY!!) at the local library pulling out books and encyclopedias and making photocopies and enjoying the hell out of it.
I am such a geek. :)