To the high school kids on campus tours coming through the library:
“Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep!” you say, as you walk through the security gate. Do you actually think that is even in the slightest form amusing? Do you really think you’re even the slightest bit orginal or funny? “Haha, I’m gonna make a sound like the alarm going off! It’ll be cool!” You’re a dipshit. I’ve been here for forty minutes so far today and you’re about the seventh person to do that. One: You don’t even remotely sound a damn thing like the actual alarm. If you wanted to make it realistic, I’d have to kick you in the balls to make your voice go that high. You wanna make it realistic? Two: You’re in the fucking library. Shut up and listen to your poor tour guide extol the virtues of this freaking gorgeous wonderful building. Just shut up! And once again, you are not fucking funny. I swear, the next time one of those punks does it, I’m gonna play dumb and call the campus police to tackle his stupid ass.
I hate campus visitation days. (And god, I sound so old… I’m only 20 and I’m turning into a bitchy old librarian!)
And to my fellow college students, I cannot read your mind. If you come up and stand in front of the counter and stare at me, I am not going to know what you want. A guy came in yesterday who apparently had lost his ID card and needed to get it from our lost and found. He stood there and looked at me for a minute, while I looked back, raised my eyebrows, finally said, “Can I help you?” He responds by saying his name. Um… that’s nice. Finally informs me that he lost his ID. How was I supposed to know that, dumbass?! Sorry, my telepathetic powers must be on the fritz. And it’s also rather rude to stand at the desk and rummage in your backpack for five minutes, while I sit there waiting to help you, without acknowledging my existence. A few simple words, “I need some articles on reserve for so-and-so, I’ve got the paper that says which ones in here somewhere…” would suffice, to save us both time, because then I can go find the files while you’re digging for your list. Plus it’s just courteous to acknowledge my presence, dammit.
::sigh:: I love my job, really, I just hate some of my patrons.
(Yes, this is lame and weak and I’m whiny. I just… gah, stupid high school kids.)